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Day to Day ||Short Story

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He plugged in his headphones to his phone and pressed play. The music began to blare into his ears. He put on his slip-on vans and walked out the door. He took his keys from his pocket. “I’ll see you guys later.” He said to his roommates. He opened the door and walked out.

~

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. She hated waking up. Her room was always cold and she slept in skimpy pajamas. “Why must she do this to herself” she thought to herself every morning. She tore the blankets from her skin and slowly got out of bed. Her blackout curtains made it impossible to see. She made her way to the window and opened the curtains.

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The Fate: Part 2

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The world brightened as the Fate woke up. Her eyes fluttered opened. She woke up to see herself tied to a dining chair. What? She looked for the girl that hit her. She was sitting at the Fate’s desk, trying to match herself with someone. “Why won’t it work?” she yelled. “Because that’s not how it works.” The Fate spoke. The girl frantically turned around “How does it work, then? I need to do this.” “You’re trying to match yourself with your ex, aren’t you? How did you get here anyway?” “He and I didn’t date, I just need to do this for his sake.” she said as she avoided the Fate’s second question. “Why? Is he dying? Can you not live without him?” “His fiance is a manipulative bitch and he’s marrying her tomorrow.” The girl said, staring at the computer screen. “Sucks. If they’re meant to be, I’ll see to it. Now, can you untie me, so I can check?” The Fate finished as the girl turned to face her again. The Fate smiled innocently as she gestured to her hands with her head. The girl sighed and stood up. She walked over to the Fate. She untied the rope from the hands and feet of the Fate. “Okay, let’s look at his profile. What’s his name?” The Fate sat at her desk. “Devin Torrence.” The girl hovered above the Fate. The Fate typed in his name. “So, he’s engaged to Beatrice O’Leary- oof their relationship is not the smoothest. How did they even get engaged?” The Fate looked into their profiles. “She’s horrible to everyone except him. His friends all hate her, he just refuses to see it.” “Well, how are you in his life?” The Fate turned around and asked. The girl froze. “I- well… We’ve been friends for a long time.” The Fate turned back around.’

“So, you’re Julia Vendes?” “How’d you find out?” “I have connections, you know.”

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The Fate: Part 1

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The lonely fate sat at her desk, matching couples before she left for her morning jog. She began to hum one of her favorite songs to cure the little boredom that built up. She loved her job, she wanted to do this for eternities. Lucky for her, she did. She matched one last couple and stood up from her desk. She changed into her exercise clothes and left for her jog.

The fate came back sweaty and out of breath. She kicked off her shoes and started undressing to bathe herself. As she walked past her desk, she noticed that the last couple she matched, unmatched. What is this? She thought to herself. This is the first time since I started that this has happened. Maybe one of them died. The fate pulled out the handbook of her fate duties. She opened it to the end of the book, looking through the index. If I don’t find it here, may as well talk to one of the other fates. She turned the pages of the book to the page reading “Couples That Unmatch.” She began to read. “Couples that unmatch from each other represents one of them suddenly dies. If they had been matched for an extended period of time represents them drifting away from each other and they do not have matches for the rest of their lives. You may rematch them if you take pity on them.” The fate closed the book. “Hm.” She looked back at the couple. The cut in their match looked nothing like her fate scissors. She opened her desk drawer and held onto the scissors that were born into her hands. The gold and red scissors shined in the light as she compared the cut with the scissors. “No fate did this.” She tossed them back into the drawer and signed. She decided to wait until after her shower and left her desk. She walked into her room. The fate opened her closet to grab some clean clothes. Out of the blue, someone grabbed her from behind. “Wha-.” She tried to say as her mouth was covered. “Listen to me and listen good. I refuse to be matched by someone who will push me back with that psychopath. If I’m getting matched by someone, it’ll be me.” Suddenly her world turned to pitch black.

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Writing Wednesday!| NaNoWriMo

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How has this month gone by so quickly! Dear god, I hope it could come back!

Hey, guys! This is the last writing Wednesday of March. It’s heartbreaking for me to write this, but I have some good news!

I’m going to be in April’s Camp NaNoWriMo!

If you don’t know what that is, it’s National Novel Writing Month. You write every day to fill your word count. I participated in last July’s and it worked… mostly. I got stuck and I couldn’t finish. I still have my manuscript, but I’m still at that part. It sucks lol.

But I’m going to make it easier on myself this year.

Right now, I have a different work in progress that I want to build characters for. I plan to write short stories for all of my characters that need development. So pretty much everyone lol. I already have one written down, I just need to type it up and edit it, then I should have one done. Don’t necessarily have a word count yet, but I’m not going to try and push myself to overcome it. As a previous writer, those stats they have are a little overwhelming for a newcomer.

I know this isn’t the writing Wednesday you expected, but I have big plans for next month that will blow your socks off. I can’t wait to show you guys what I have in store.

-C

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Why I Love Writing

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Hello, lovelies! Welcome back! I hope you had a good week! I hope your next week is good. Let’s get going on the posts!!

I didn’t start writing anything until I saw my mom writing a romance novel. She never published it (which upsets me because she’s an award-winning poet) and she shoveled it into the depths of our desk. I had a spare composition book around and wrote down a story that consisted of me talking to my friends.

The “very” first piece of my writing was a weird little book about a couple of friends begins to date, but his younger brother has a crush on his girlfriend… yeah. Recently I found it and I died of laughter. It was so bad, and I think of my writing as mediocre. oh boy 

Pretty much what I only write now is random short stores, my work in progress, and some stuff for my board game, which I HOPE TO PUBLISH once I get the nerve to playtest it with my friends gah.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this short post! Have a good week!

-C

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Writing Wednesday!

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Welcome to the first writing Wednesday, guys! I know how many of you love how I write, so I dedicated a full (post) day to you guys! Every Wednesday, I will be writing, giving tips or tricks, or anything you guys request!

Since today is the first post of it, I will be writing a couple of short stories, and some poetry for you guys. They should be coming out throughout the day. I hope you guys enjoy them!

Now, this is the area where I would be giving you guys some tips on writing, whether they’d be ‘how do I write this one thing sned hlep’ or ‘hey you suck’ I WILL ENDURE IT ALL FOR YOU. So, send in some questions or ideas on short stories!

I’d better go, then.

Have fun!

Peace!

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A Berlin Mystery

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I hope you enjoy my German homework from high school. I had to write a short story about a detective. I translated it from German and edited the English. Also, I might post a Q&A so give me questions! 🙂

It was a cold and stormy night in Berlin. The trees were pushed by rain and wind. Detective Harper Kit wore a wool sweater to keep warm from the cold. Karl, her intern, went after a pile of gunk. “I think there’s a body in this,” said Karl.
They went to the pile. They removed the leaves from the pile. “That’s a body, alright.” Kit said. “I’ll call the commissioner.”
“Her identification card was in a wallet.” Karl spoke. “Her name is Veronika Kleinbach, she is twenty-seven years old and she lives in Austria.” “So, why was she in Berlin?” “She could be on vacation.” The intern spoke. “Was she married?” “No clue. She had no pictures in her wallet. “” Has anyone said she’s missing? ” ” Yes, an old lady in town. She said she was her grandmother. ” ” Call her. See what she has to say. ” Kit said as she walked out of the room.
Karl drove to the old lady’s house. He knocked on the door. When she opened the door, a cat ran out. “I’m sorry, come in, please.” He went into the house. “What’s your name?” “Carlotte Nemfi.” “So, Veronika was your granddaughter?” “Yes, she came to stay with me as she had to come for work.” “Do you know why she came here?” “She said business purposes, but she owns a bakery, so I do not understand why she came here.” “Do you know if she comes here to see someone?” “Well, she met a man when she came here, which was last month.” “Did she tell you his name?” “Oskar Brimtic”.
Detective Kit and Karl went to Oskar’s apartment. Kit knocked, but nobody answered. “Karl, smash the door.” Got it.” Karl stepped back and slammed his body against the door. It burst into the apartment. The two of them walked in as they found a body lying on the floor. “Is that him?” Asked Karl. “No, that’s looks to be his roommate, Fredrick Jones, he’s from America.” “I’m going to get a blood sample, it looks like he ate something.” Said Karl. “It looks like we have a cannibal in our hands, but Veronika was not eaten.” “Maybe he could not eat her yet.” “Oskar, are you here, my partner and I have to talk to you?” Kit said as she walked around the apartment. “I’m just so hungry.” A weak voice came from a bedroom. “We’re not here for him, we’re here for Veronika Kleinbach, do you know what happened to her?” “Fred killed her because she and I planned to sell his meat in her bakery.” He opened the door to his room. “I could not wait for her to come, but he killed her before she could kill him, I’m just so hungry.” He said as he stretched out his hands far enough for her to overthrow him. “Karl, I have him.” She said as she cuffed the crying Oskar. “I don’t care what you do to me, I just want to be alone.” Oscar said softly. “You will, Sweety, you will.” The three went out of the apartment. “Boss, did he eat Fredrick?” “Yes, Fredrick killed Veronika.” They said as she opened the door for Oskar. “Whoa.” “Get used to it, kid.” They got into the car and drove to the station.

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The Prophets|| Short Story

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Before urbanization existed, there were two small villages not too far from each other. One was the large, prosperous Chen, the other was the smaller, Sonne. Sonne was the type of village that hated anything different from them. They were sheltered, conservative, and angry. Chen was the opposite. They were happy and bewildered at the creativity of life.

The prophet of Chen was a magical being. Filled with wonder, the Prophet wanted to fill their mind with the knowledge of life. The prophet had four magical abilities: Growth, Control, Telekinesis, and Morph. Once Chen learned about their prophet, they gave four children to the magical being so they could have these abilities. As years went on, the prophet aged with the children beside them.

Sonne soon learned about the children and the abilities and murdered all of Chen. The angry village took the land of Chen and combined it with Sonne. the city grew and grew. It became a sheltered, power-hungry community. They felt they were superior to every village nearby. They had the world.

But what they didn’t know was that the five Prophets survived. They were away for the slaughtering. The hid in the village and continued to learn their abilities. No one knew about them. Until the Prophet passed and the children had no one.

They were split up from each other and went to other parts of the village. They were forced to go to school, forced to leave their friends, forced from using the powers.

But a stroke of luck appeared. A baby appeared in the middle of the village, wearing only a black cloth with a name tag around its wrist. The four Prophet found the child and alerted the other. It was their fifth half. The missing prophet.

The death prophet

They were told by the Head Prophet about this one. That on their passing, a baby would appear and become their fifth. The final prophet would bring death to whomever they felt. They would stay young forever as the others aged. The others were taught, but this one already knew what to do.

The five of them ran from their families and hid in the woods. They grew up and raised the fifth together. They would be a team in the end.

The rumor of them running away together spread through town, and people had heard of their powers. Once they were all grown, they decided to go back and have families to continue their bloodlines.

Their powers spread through the generations.

But I bet this is all just a myth though, right?

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Beams.

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“So, these beams that are coming out of your hands… What are they? What do they do?” Sam paced around the room. “Well, what Perry and I figured out is that they’re hot.’ Winona said as she looked at Perry’s injured hand. “Real hot.” She looked back at Sam. “Is that all you’ve tried? They could be energy- or light.” Sam brushed his hand through his thick blonde hair. “How could we test that? I can’t really point my hands at a bush, it might burn. Take Perry’s hand for example.” “We could try it at a plant, though. Odds are it won’t burn immediately, but we could plant a seed, water it, then you point your hands at it and we can see what happens.” Perry suggested.

The three of them decided to plant an onion seed at twilight. They filled a tiny watering can to the brim and dumped the water into fresh dirt. They placed the seed deep into the ground. “Are you guys sure that this could be it? Do you actually think I have sunbeams shooting out of my hands?” Winona questioned. “It’s something we can try.” Sam said as Perry shrugged.

Winona sighed as she pointed her hands to the ground. She closed her eyes and focused the beams out of her hands. Her body shook as the beams jutted out of her hands.

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Perry.

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“Come on, dude. You can’t me believe that our best friend is a witch. It’s just not possible.” Sam paced back and forth in his living room. “It’s true. I was there when it first happened. She’s been too terrified to tell anyone, I wanted to tell you weeks ago.” Perry plopped a teeny cookie into his mouth. “Weeks? How long has this been going on?” Sam faced Perry. The food in his mouth betrayed his speech “Couple months.”

Perry walked towards his car, grabbed his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his way into the car. Before he sat down, he looked into Sam’s bedroom window as Sam looked at him. He shook his head and got into the car. No one may believe me, but she needs his help. He thought.