Writing Prompt

‘Oh bloody hell!’ Matt moaned as he sat up in bed, the air raid siren-like alarm screaming for him to wake up. Charlie hadn’t burst into the room yet demanding breakfast, this had become a less and less frequent occurrence over the last few months, a worry that Matt had put to the back of his mind. He didn’t want to consider the fact his best friend was getting old. Just once he would have liked t...

The wallet was not special; the old leather had been crumpled at the edges, and the card slots were as torn as a cat’s blanket. Inside, the contents appeared basic at first glance. A few bank notes, some dirty coins, an array of loyalty cards, and a debit card belonging…to me.

I read and reread the card, until, in a fit of sense, I realised the possibility that another person may share my name.

S...

It was a perfectly ordinary morning. Aside from the sweet smelling pink fog and the mysterious figure in said fog. I had been following it for quite some time. The person, not the fog.

The fog was just another strange happening here in the fading town of Crossroads. It would roll in every once in a while, smelling awful and making potroling the streets even worse.

I always felt slightly ...

I just took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe my eyes. ‘ No.... this can’t be happening to me ‘, I said to myself. I stood there for some few minutes, waiting to see if they would realize what was going and turn back. ‘ Ah well, maybe the goddess of luck has visited my abode today’ ,I thought to myself. I walked back to my hostel with a cheerful face, not taking notice of the surprising faces that...