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STORY STARTER

“When the storm comes, my compass always points to...”

Finish the protagonist's sentence, and use it to inspire the plot.

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Sentenced - Short Story

When the storm comes, my compass always points to me. No matter where I am, it points to me. It reminds me who I am. Who I was. I was reckless with these dangerous powers, and now I’m facing the consequences. I stand before a crowd of Poierks.

“Miss Dawson, you have been accused of gifted ability abuse and endangerment towards innocent lives,” Amir, leader of the Poierks says. “We’ve been giv...

My Fifteenth

“When a storm comes, my compass always points to the clear skies ahead.” My grandfather says before taking his compass and its chain off from around his neck. He holds it in his delicate grasp. It’s gold shell a constant reminder of memories had. “You know my dear boy, when I was fifteen my father gave this to me, and when your father was fifteen I gave it to him. Now the time has come for it to b...

DOA

When the storm comes, my compass always points to your arms,

Outstretched like wings on the water,

Making oceans out of puddles.


Belly distended, you engorged on daily bread

And said that means you are a prophet.

The wisdom imparted slaughters my brain cells—


Sounding as logical as television static,

Broken antenna disconnects reception—


Stuck in rotation—


My door revolves around letting you i...

The Marsh Of Clovers

All of my life, I sought adventure… I would follow paths to find hidden Gold or jump off high cliffs to feel the pulse of adrenaline. My life was black and white before I found artifacts and Old nick-nacks.

My Brother and mom died 5 years ago, and my Dad died less than 1 year ago. With them gone, my spark had died, nights felt restless, and light seemed to fade.


“What’s your next adventure?” ...

The Journey

“When the storm comes, my compass always points to…”


The slight break in the clouds that hang above heavy with rain.


I point to the slim line of light that bleeds through the grey.


I keep my head up and charge to the brightness, the warmth showering my heart and soul.


If I can find my way through this storm, I will persevere....

My little secret cave

When the storm comes, my compass always points to...


My little secret cave.


The only place I can ever be safe. The place I miss with my whole heart because the storm is loud and I can't get through the wind.


When the storm leaves, my compass always points to...


the sunlight outside my little secret cave.


So I crawl out, catch butterflies, and count my smiles. The only place I can feel joy...

storm

When the storms come, my compass always points to you


You are my center

My safety


And yet you’re the one who throws me around the most.


Who messes with my head


Im surrounded by you, I can’t see anything else


Is that bad or good


Am I going to drown at sea?


This storm pulling me overboard?


Will I even mind if I do?


I love you despite it all


I love you


And your storm...

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The Good From A Broken Compass

When the storm comes, my compass always points to you.


But the needle has been broken for years.


Even so, I still rely on it. When it points to any cardinal direction other than north, when it leads me astray. To far distant lands I will not yet know how to survive in. To allies who pull me from the waters, or adversaries who aim to plunge me deeper. I will never again have a fixed idea of wher...

The Prince and the Moon

What sounds like boots against a marble flooring sounds around, though it's always some clear blue structure that I find myself in.


I only ever catch glimpses of the man with curly brown hair, and skin so pale he might as well blend in with the snow that I know surrounds the castle like structure because of the way he consistently walks out onto a balcony of ice each time I see him. Each time, h...

My Compass - My People

This is inspired off of the prompt - but it’s not the prompt.




When the storm comes, my compass always points to them. My closest friends, my closest teachers. I turn to them for comfort, for shelter. For relatability & to cope.


When all goes south, they are my north. They are home & they hold my hope. They are the stars to my universe; if I am a sunflower, they are my suns. They are my chosen ...

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