Writing Prompt

The sad clown dressed in all black sits on the highest shelf. Although unsettling, the clown has an almost familiar, calming presence in the store. Every day, as June clocks in for her evening shift, she glances upwards towards the symbolic clown before walking to the register. Not two minutes later the clown appears on the desk. Her eyes dart at the stranger before her as he slides her a twenty s...

My first customer walked in through the rusty, decaying door. A stern look on his face showed he meant business. He walked straight past the tables of porcelain figures and headed straight for the box. This box was mysterious and had been in the shop since I bought it. No one had even thought of buying it for the same reason I had kept it. It had hieroglyphs on the side and figures were being kill...

I hummed a merry little tune whilst opening my shop along the street of the market. It was the Midieval Times and I ran a little stall along the side of Main Street, like many others. I’m no ordinary man—I am from lands far off. I came from the lands hidden from plain sight, or so I tell my customers. Many take me for a wacky man speaking blasphemy, with my strange slicked-back hair that has no wh...

In Pilot West considers himself the most prepared rookie officer in the history of LAPD. He appears to have most penal codes and procedures memorized. His father Percy West is also the head of internal affairs in the LAPD. He is assigned to Lopez as his training officer and he initially struggles with firing his weapon as he is afraid of doing so. Lopez covers for him when Captain Anderson asks hi...

(this turned out to be set in the 20s because i’ve been so wrapped up in an incoming history test so i took inspiration from that 😭 i also added something similar to a crossroads demon from supernatural, so enjoy ig!)

Cindy, Susan, and Gordon are my absolute top priority. Always has been. Even when my husband, William, left us for the war a few years back, leaving us nothing but a couple of...

For years Kehlani had worked in the same little knick knack shop. Time passed at a slow crawl most days.

The shop used to be much busier. Hell the island used to be much busier. Ever since the economic crisis people had stopped traveling, and that meant little tourist towns suffered. Now the once lively little bay city was quiet.

Every once in a while a local would wonder into the shop to see i...

‘It holds time well. And it’s mechanical, so you’ll never have to worry about the power.’ James was a smart man, well-spoken and with an energy for every day.

‘I’m not sure about clocks.’

‘Well, what about this selection of treasures and trinkets?’ He gestured over a table of ornaments. His shop was off the beaten track; somewhere between the railway and the river, behind the orphanage, in front...

I sit behind the counter, flicking through the latest book my boss has found and decided to sell. He doesn’t let me use my phone, and I hate the feeling of staring at people until they buy something.

So, I flick.

With the turn of the next page, a young man walks by. His curls bounce with every step and cover his eyes as he looks down at what’s below the counter.

It’s see through, so sometimes it ...

As a young woman, I wanted to enter the world of antiques. In this as in many specialisms, a practitioner gains success through hard work and luck. I had plenty of the former and, up to now, none of the latter.

By the age of twenty, I had served my apprenticeship, if you will, at dealers first in Margate, then in London. But in five short years, my mother became an invalid, and being the only chi...

"So, he just came in here and bought those dolls. That's it? He had no hesitation. Like he legit came in here with the intention of buying them?" Janina asked. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

Margie nodded, "Yep. He came in, grabbed a cart, and headed straight for them. He picked each one up...carefully, I might add, and put all three in the cart, then came up an...