“Mayday, mayday! Engines have failed!”
Business trip turned into death bed. Panic consumed the cabin, a mix of tears and screams.
My heart dropped as I clutched my phone. The plane descended quickly as I dialed.
It went to voicemail and I said, “I love you,” one last time.
Maddie is an 11th Grade student in New Jersey who loves to write and play volleyball.
She was standing along the highway the first time I saw her, hair blowing freely in the wind. I thought about stopping to pick her up, but it was just a thought.
I’ve seen her six times since, always somewhere different.
I can’t stop thinking about her.
But only thinking.
This story was based on the prompt “by the road” on TypeTrigger.
The plane descended back to his homeland.
His desert boots touched the tarmac, and he looked up from his sandy brim.
The cold nights with explosions that lit up the sky left him, and the warm nights with the ones he loved were waiting.
Michael D’Aniello is a high school student in New Jersey. His Creative Writing class was assigned 50-word stories and he felt this was his best piece.
Look for more stories from members of Michael’s Creative Writing class in the future!
Here I stand, alone at the front, the crowd murmuring from stolid pews. My coat tails limp, my collar moist with sweat. I imagine her in white, coming up the aisle, my heart pounding.
But when I look, there are only faces full of pity and an empty, open door.
Megan Dodge is a sophomore in high school with a passion for writing. She’s written stories and poems since she was seven years old and hopes to have a future affiliated with editing, writing, and/or publishing.
She finished tying his black tie before tucking it into the pink vest his fiancée picked out.
“I thought you didn’t want to be loved,” he said, looking down.
“I didn’t,” she smiled. “But sometimes people change their minds,” she whispered, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly before heading towards the sanctuary.
Alyssa Beth Galloway is an unpublished fiction and poetry writer. She enjoys watching Hitchcock films and browsing used book stores in her spare time. Galloway currently attends Southeast Missouri State University, and is seeking a career in writing.
Mister Adolphus Finnegan was a pleasant chap, if a little seclusive. His daily forest-path meanderings were routed so as to minimize chance meetings with other meanderers. He called these his “refreshing ambulations”, and continued them well into his elderhood.
He lived a long, well-refreshed, pleasant, but secluded kind of life.
This story was based on a title provided by @Keab42.
The ghostly spectre silhouetted against the dark window sighed, the symptom of Death’s long-suffering passion.
Inside, cold breaths rattled through the lungs of Enid Westerhapf, 112 years old and at long last preparing to die.
Having awaited her for so long, Death finally welcomed her to stand by his side.
This story was based on a title provided by Master Gunner.
“Come away with me, my darling!”
“Oh, my dear, I thought you’d never ask! Where shall we go?”
“It doesn’t matter where we go, does it, my dove?”
“No, truly it doesn’t, so long as we’re together…”
She felt differently upon their arrival at his cottage behind the garbage dump.
This story was based on the prompt “away with me” at TypeTrigger.
Atop the lighthouse he gazed to sea, proud, lonely, his pitted face protected from wind-whipped raindrops by a knotted, salt-caked beard.
The barber had offered a free shave, but who’d ever heard of a beardless lighthouse keeper?
He didn’t realize… It was his own lighthouse, broadcasting to all, “Steer clear!”
This story was based on the prompt “lighthouse” at TypeTrigger.
In a movie I saw as a boy, there was a mystical cave hidden behind a waterfall. I remember how eagerly I quested that summer, how I found nothing but slippery rock faces.
Lying here, cold and tired, I sometimes wonder… What would I have found behind the next one?
This story was based on the prompt “waterfall” at TypeTrigger.