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...
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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. Josslyn, 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. -M |