Trevor has been coming to this side of the docks every day for the last year, always hoping he would spot her boat but deep down, he knew she’s never coming back.
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I decided to give this writing prompt (What do you see) a go this week, hope you like the story.
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Standing in the shadows in ripped jeans and hoodie, she watched his boy entered the building and before long, the apartment became lit in a dim orange glow.
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Sitting alone at the table, I check my watch, 6:10. Why are they always late?
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Emily tugs at her father’s shirt, “Daddy, who are you looking for?”
Her father smiles and picks her up, “Hey sweets, I was looking for you, who else? Did you enjoy story time with Ms. Rose?”
“Sure did, daddy.” Emily says then whispers, “Ms. Rose is over there, in case you’re wondering.” She winks.
He gives his daughter a look and wonders. How did my little girl come to know me so well? Before he can ponder further, Miss Rose strides over, “Hi,” she says.
“Uh hi.” He stutters. “I, I…”
“Daddy’s wondering if you wanna have coffee with him.”
(100 words)
Where am I?
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“Aren’t these wonderful? Wow!” Her daughter bends over to examine the paintings in awe.
She says nothing. The truth is, she’s miserable. What am I doing here? She keeps asking herself. Why is my daughter so interested in this stuff. She’s not an artist. She can’t draw to save her life.
She’s trying to spend time with you, you idiot. Another voice speaks in her mind. Smile, don’t be a sour-puss.
Reluctantly, she forces the corner of her lips to curl upward as she follows her daughter to the man at the table. She’s so fascinated by this stuff, why?
(100 words)
Sitting in his chair by the fireplace, Nicholas can’t help burst out laughing.
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Angie stares at the Christmas lights in the rear-view mirror, waiting for the light to turn green, while a jazz rendition of “I’ll be Home for Christmas” plays softly on the radio.
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What I’m about to show you was my grandfather’s best-kept secret.
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You know how you tell yourself sometimes, “that’s something only happen on TV.” If you don’t, well, it’s something I tell myself to soothe my crazy imagination.
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If you were standing by the docks last night, near the old tires factory, you would’ve felt the ground jolt. No, it wasn’t an earthquake.
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Duneview, more like Doomview, Liz thought as she maneuvers her car toward the town of Duneview, population 123.
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Whistling, he walks his bike down the narrow alley, feeling glad he didn’t listen to his mother and drive. There’s no way I can drive my SUV here, he eyes the narrow street.
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When it came time for Senior Yearbook prediction, he was voted “Most likely to spend rest of life in parents’ basement.” As much as he wanted to prove anyone wrong, he could not.
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True story…
“Why do you want to be a mathematician?” Mom said, “You can’t make any money from that.”
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“Guys, stop what you’re doing! We got trouble.” Johnny runs in to the playroom. The room’s suddenly still.
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“Hello!” My voice echoes as I enter the hangar. “Hello!” Hey, this is kinda fun.
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“Um, Miss?”
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“Lao-huan-tong,” mother muttered under her breath, adults return to being children again.
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“Be with you in a minute!” I shout and descend the ladder.
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