He stares pointlessly into the cold nothingness, the dark eyes betraying no expression. A soft light from the room’s only window paints the picturesque heaven outside.
The tear rolls quickly, suddenly, down the contours of his disheveled face. Then, before it falls onto his straightjacket, it emancipates into a snowflake.
Ramit Das is partly a Computer Science student, partly a mathematician, but full-time a Philosopher. He gets lost thinking about how he thinks.
“Lightning never strikes twice.”
Mom chanted those words anytime something bad happened. She kept the family on track, always smiling.
When the cancer came back, the smile momentarily left her face.
“So much for the laws of lightning,” she said, before she started cooking, filling the freezer with our favorites.
Sarah Scott lives in some part of Canada where she is currently searching for an algorithm to automatically generate witty, one-sentence bios. You can check out some of her writing at oneforonethousand.com.
“Wait!” bellows Thunder across the black landscape.
In a flash, Lightning returns. Deaf and beautiful, a moment of devastation; then darkness.
A low groan echoes in pursuit. Fat tears fall. Intense light crackles as Lightning dances.
Thunder howls through the skies, rumbling serenades to Lightning. “Wait…”
Gina Lyle is a Scottish and English Literature student in Edinburgh, currently enjoying a creative writing course and all the culture of the city.
Emergent leaves of yellow and green slowly unfurl. Upwards they reach, like the needy hands of a child. They whisper, never cry, for they only have the voice that the wind compassionately lends them. Nature, a generous mother, showers down upon her children the necessities of life, light and water.
Priscilla lives in Canada where spring arrives late and does not stay for long.
Fluorescent lights reflected onto the cool, rushed water. I walked to the side of the falls, climbing over the fence that I peered over as a child.
Quickly, I checked to make sure no one was watching, then I threw myself over the edge and spread my wings, taking flight.
Emily is a fourteen-year-old girl living in New Jersey. Her dream is to graduate college with an degree in English and finish her first novel by the end of high school.
You feel the wind kiss your face, dance in your hair. Your white cotton dress swishes around your feet, tickling you.
Your neck itches. You wish you could reach back to scratch it but your hands are bound. The noose around your neck is too tight.
The hangman is late.
AJ Joseph is a bookaholic, semi-insomniac, unsuccessfully recovering javaholic, but most importantly she’s a writer. She is currently in the process of restructuring her life around her first love: words.
“I know how pretty I am,” she crooned. “Tell me something else about myself.”
“Ah,” I said. “You’re just so… attractive, really.”
“No, something else!” she insisted.
“You’re… pleasing to my eyes?”
She softened, but was not yet appeased.
I wish my next attempt hadn’t been “pulchritudinous.”
This story was based on the prompt “something else” at TypeTrigger.
One by one, the lights flickered into life. Olya stood speechless as they danced into shapes she didn’t have names for.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed, awestruck.
It would be quite some time before she’d learn what the lights actually were, and a good while longer before she’d finally stop crying.
When he’s not struggling with University Stuff, Alex Aloneftis fights fire-breathing glitches and vile errors with his mighty sword, “The Debugger™”. In his spare time, he also writes exceedingly stuffy opinion pieces on gaming at k-code.blogspot.com.
The howling of wolves pierced the frosty twilight air.
“If I weren’t so scared for my life,” whispered Mina, “I’d find that eerily beautiful.”
“I think it’s still possible to find something beautiful when you’re scared,” whispered Frederick.
“Are you flirting with me?” asked Mina.
She never got an answer.
A knight discovered a talking frog.
“Kiss me, and I’ll become a beautiful princess and be your wife.”
The knight immediately complied and the frog transformed into a woman of average pulchritude. “I’m sorry for lying,” she said, “but you’d never have kissed me if I said I was plain.”
This is the third in a week-long series from King Kool.