"And that was the end of it." She said. I looked at her a little baffled. "You just left?" I asked. She shook her head taking a sip of coffee. "It wasn't easy. But I'm glad its over." "No regrets?" I asked. She looked out the window and sighed. "I am going to miss the private jet. Waiting in airport lines is a bitch." I couldn't help but laugh. I admired Laila for what she did. Giving up her parents money, and moving to a town she barley knew a thing about.
To pursue her passion in cooking. And to open up a restaurant. Something her parents didn't approve of. Saying it was a childish and feverish dream. That she should stay in law school. Then get a job at her fathers firm. They refused to fund any of it. So for the first time in her life she stood up for herself. Dropped out of Law School. Cashed out her trust fund and enrolled in Culinary School. After graduating she rented a building in a place that she referred to as the perfect spot.
Here we were sitting at the (for now) only table in the place, Drinking coffee and looking at paint swatches. "Have I told you that I decided on a name?" She asked. I shook my head. "It's going to be called The Blue Fairy Cafe. Like the fairy from Pinocchio. She believed in dreams. This is my dream, And who knows maybe some day someone will be sitting here having lunch when they realize their dreams."
I've been promising a new short story for a while now. And honestly I have been intending to write one. But for the life of me I just didn't know where it start. Every time I sat down to write nothing would come out. I knew I wanted to write another story about Connor and Morgan. I just didn't know what. So I went on Pinterest and searched for writers prompts. I saved a bunch of them *to a private folder* that I thought would be great starting points to another C/M story. But I never got past the first few sentences with each one I chose.
So I went into my room and picked up an old notebook I haven't looked at in months. Inside are short stories and prompts I had written down all threw out last year. I found one titled "The Blue Fairy Cafe" that I had totally forgotten I wrote. Now before you all start jumping to conclusions its not a Science Fiction story. It's a story about a girl who had a dream in life. A dream that she would give up everything to get.
So after reading this story. And doing some major editing *remind you I'm not a professional editor, and my grammar yes will forever suck,* I have decided that this will be the story I am going to post today, So go get yourself something to drink *it is national drink wine day after all* get yourself comfortable and *hopefully* enjoy my latest short story.
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The winning prompt is "It Was His Last Thought Before He Fell..." Do to the rules of the "contest" I didn't count any verbal, text or FB votes. And voting to for me to continue a previous story also didn't count. Although a lot of you did try on FB to get me to continue "What's In The Notebook?" . I did however make a compromise. That if people voted for a new prompt I would continue What's In The Notebook... Which in my opinion needs a new and better title haha. I will keep that promise. So with out further blah blah blah here is His Last Thought...
Morgan walked to the edge of the cliff. And looked down. His palms started to sweat, his throat felt as dry as the sand in the Sahara. His best friend Connor had already took the jump. That was the thing about Connor. He never thought. He just did. "Live your life. Don't let your life live you." It was Connor's motto. And one of the things Morgan loved about him. There was never dull moment when he was around. It was also one of the things he hated. "Ready kid?" The instructor said putting a hand on Moran's left shoulder. He nearly jumped out of his skin. For a brief moment he had forgot that Nick had been behind him. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Nick's face went from lets do this to concerned. "You okay kid?" He asked. Morgan shook his head. "You sure cause you look like you may lose your lunch. You don't have to do this you know. You can back out just say the word." Morgan cleared his throat. "No... I mean yea. Just... Just give me another minute." He rasped out. Nick patted him on the back and went to triple check the gear. "Morgan!" Connor yelled from the water below. Morgan looked down at the water. "Stop thinking about it and just jump dude! You wont regret it trust me."
*One Week Earlier*
Morgan was sitting at his computer attempting to finish his English essay on "The Lord of The Flies". Attempting meaning he was really trying to BS his way threw an essay on a book he only read the first and last chapter of. Connor came bursting threw the door just as he slammed his head down on the keys. "Dude I have an epic idea!" He declared plopping onto Morgan's bed. "Of coarse you do." Morgan mumbled into his laptop. "Your 16th birthday is coming up." Connor continued pretending he didn't hear his best friends sarcastic remark. Morgan sat up and spun around in his chair facing Connor. "What about it?" A smile spread across Connor's face. It was the same smile that had gotten the boys into so many situations before. "I already talked to your parents. And they signed the permission slip...." "Wait permission slip? Why would I need a permission slip for my 16th?" Morgan interrupted. The smile got bigger. "Because dude we are going to make this the birthday you will never forget! Were going bungee jumping!" Connor was practically jumping on the bead with excitement.
So that's how he found himself standing on the side of a cliff looking down at his best friend. "It's now or never Morg!" Connor yelled. Morgan straitened up and turned to Nick. "Alright dude. Lets do this!" He said. With a new burst of confidence that he really didn't know he had. "Right on kid! Face first of backwards?" Nick asked. "Backwards. If I look down I may not go threw with it." He confessed. With one more check of the gear Nick switched on the GoPro attached to Morgan's helmet. "Do you want me to count or do you just want to jump?"Nick asked. "Just jump. I kinda really just want to get this over with."
Morgan replied. Nick shook his head. "Alright. It's your life kid." Yeah my life. And I'm going to live it and not let it live me. It was Morgan's last thought before he fell.
Last week I posted a blog about how I was going to start writing short stories on here again. I went on to say I wanted you to pick what story I write next. I then posted a link to one of my other stories "What's In The Notebook?" onto my sisters FB page. After that people started asking me to write more on that story. Which is great but doesn't count as a vote for my next short story... The reason I had stopped where I did with the notebook was because it was done. That's as far as I was supposed to go. That prompt was a 10 minute writing prompt. I never expected to go any further then that. So I got to thinking that I MIGHT be able to write some more on this story and make it a weekly thing. I don't have the whole thing sorted out in my head yet but I do have some ideas. But I still need you to vote on the other short story. So please go to the link above and vote. After that story is written I will post the next part of What's In The Notebook (New title pending)
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I've got a bit of good news for all of you. I'm going to start posting my short stories on here again! But there's a catch... I need your help picking which prompt to start with first. *You all should read What's Behind Your Door? My cliffhanger writing challenge I did in May. Or a What's In The Notebook? A 10 minute writing challenge I did in March* The three prompts you can chose from are listed below. All I ask you to do is please comment your pick in the comments below NOT on FB. I will post the winning prompt with its Story on August 19th. And until then pestering everyone to give me an answer haha. So lets start voting!
I'm prepared for each of the Writing Prompts above. I already have Charters picked out for each each of these stories. As well as full story ideas.
XO That One Girl
I'm back with another short story. I had some time to kill before work yesterday. So I decided to take my prompt journal over to Starbucks and try to do some writing, I ended up taking 4 prompts and writing 3 short stories. The short story that I ended up loving most is called What's Behind Your Door? I combined 2 separate prompts for this one The Prompts were; Write a short story that involves a long hallway & A short story with a cliff hanger. So with out further blah blah blah. Here is my latest short story,
Morgan wasn't sure why he agreed to this. He wasn't the party type. But like always his best friend Connor had gotten him into another situations. But where Morgan called them situations Connor liked to refer to them as his "Epic Ideas". This latest "Epic Idea" was full proof. And would finally get their feet in the door of the popular kids. The question now was; Which door was it? Morgan was currently standing in the biggest most lavish house he had ever been in. Looking down the longest hallway he had ever seen in his life. Ashton was throwing another one of his parties to end all parties. When the boys got there he had pointed to a long spiral stair case and said "Party's upstairs. And down the hall" With a smirk on his face, That sent a chill up Morgan's spine. Like most of Ashton's parties this one had a theme. Tonight's theme; "What's behind my door?" When Connor had asked what that ment all Ashton would tell him was "You got to come to the party to find out dude." When he told Morgan about it he had just assumed that Ashton was high. Which really wouldn't be too far from the truth, He claimed to get his best ideas that way.
"Chose a door." Ashton said from behind them. He put a hand on Morgan's right shoulder and the other on Connor's left. "But remember... What ever door you choose is where your staying for the rest of the night, So choose wisely." He then pushed his way between them and walked down the hall. Disappearing behind the 7th door on the left. "This is seriously the weirdest thing you have ever gotten us into." Morgan said. "Yea but it will be fun!" Connor replied. With the same mysterious look on his face that had gotten then into so many bad situations before."Don't think of the night as a situation. Think of it as a night of mystery."
They started to walk down the hall. Connor stopped at the 4th door to the right, "Lets split up," He said. "We can cover more ground that way." "Cover more ground? Were not looking for a lost puppy Con. It's a party. A party that we cant leave one room tell 3 am I may add. If you go in there I wont be seeing you tell the end." Connor smiled that same smile again. Morgan was starting to hate that stupid smile. "That will add to the mystery!" Morgan shook his head and sighed. He walked over to the 5th door. "Fine." He said. "But if I get killed in here I'm coming back and haunting your skinny ass. And I will make your life a living hell. You hear me?" He joked. Connor laughed "That's my boy!" He said. They reached for the handles of their doors. "See you at 3!" Connor said. Morgan took one last look at his way too eager best friend. "Yeah... 3" He said. He turned the handle and pushed open the door...
I have had a massive case of writers block lately. I get bursts of inspiration then when I sit down to write it all out. I get stuck. I either can't find a way to start. Or else I do start something and I can't finish it. So I went looking for different ways to overcome this massive block in my mind. And I found a bunch of really great writers prompt ideas/challenges. That are designed to help you start writing again.
I have decided to do some of them just to see if they will help. Most of them are prompts where you get a topic or a sentence and you write for 10 minutes on it. I want to share them with you. Maybe not all of them. But the ones I feel are worthy of someone else reading. This wont be a weekly thing like Writers Prompt Tuesday or anything like that. It will be when I feel like it thing. So with out any further Blah Blah Blah... Lets get to the prompt I want to share with you all today.
Josslyn sat on the train staring out the window. She watched as country side flew by. All though the train ride from her mother's flat in London to her fathers house in Wakefield had a pretty view. It was lacking in anything fun. She felt as though the train wasn't going to get there in the two hours time her mother had promised. At this rate she would be lucky to even get there before her 17th birthday. Which wasn't even for another 2 years. After a while she got sick of looking out the window. So she put her ear buds in turned on her favorite song and closed her eyes.
Josslyn thought she had only closed her eyes for a few minutes. But when she opened them again it was to the conductor gently shaking her awake. "Miss your stop is next." He had said. Josslyn thanked the man and started gathering her things. As she reached over to grab her backpack she noticed something. A leather boned notebook with a single leather tassel wrapped around what looked like a metal button keeping it closed. Curious she picked it up and looked at it. On the back of the notebook there was a single heart shape with the letter M woven into it.
She quickly looked around the train car she was in, There weren't many people in her car. An elderly couple sat the right of her and a small family sat near the back. When she had fallen asleep there had been nobody sitting beside her. "Excuse me sir?" Josslyn polity called to the conductor as he came back threw, "Yes miss? Do you need anything?" He replied. "No thank you. I was just wondering. Um if you could um tell me maybe who was sitting next to me today?" knowing her mother had asked him to keep an eye on her. She figured he must have seen who ever this notebook belonged to. "I'm sorry miss but there has been nobody sitting next to you today." He looked at her with a concerned look. "Are you sure?' Josslyn asked. "Because I found this notebook in this seat next to me. And its got to belong to somebody." The conductor looked at the notebook and shook his head. "I haven't seen anyone with a notebook like that." Just then the train started to slow. "Better get your things. This is your stop." The conductor said. Josslyn opened up her backpack and put the leather notebook inside.
For the rest of the afternoon the notebook remained in Josslyn's backpack in her room, Out of site but not forgotten. No matter what she did she couldn't stop thinking; Who did the notebook belong to? What did the M stand for? Why was it next to her on the train? Why didn't anyone see who the notebook belonged to? And the most important question of all, What is inside? So the first chance she got she snuck away to her room. Josslyn grabbed her backpack from under her bed. She sat down on her bed and pulled the notebook out of her bag. Taking a deep breath she untied the leather tassel and opened the notebook. She wasn't prepared for what she was about to read.
I'm sorry we weren't able to meet on the train. I didn't want to wake you. But one day I promise we will meet. Maybe not now but someday soon. Until then I am leaving you my notebook. Until we are able to meet I wan't you to fill these pages with what ever your heart diereses.There are more notes threw out the pages. Please don't skip ahead to read them. I wan't you to find them as you write. Until next time.