Tag: Creative Writing

100 Word Story – Cave Note (Part Two)

The air blowing through the cave grew colder and colder as I followed the torch-lit path. At the end there was an opening leading into a massive cavern. Without any other light source in sight, I grabbed one of the torches from the wall, using it as my guide.

Each step echoed, ringing in my ears as they bounced off the solid walls. I accidentally kicked a pebble, sending it off of a nearby cliff. At the edge was a rope ladder leading down.

Hesitant, I leaned over to look down into the black abyss.

Looks like I’m going down…

 


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100 Word Story – Cave Note (Part One)

This cave is a lot deeper than I originally thought. I’m starting to have a bad feeling about following this through all the way.

There was something in my gut that was telling me to turn back, to run away and ignore that note I found. The dark, eerie sounds of water dripping from the cave ceiling, the creeping shadows from the lit torches on the walls, the twists and turns around every corner—everything felt like a trap. But I, in good conscience, couldn’t go back.

I needed to know if there really was a girl trapped in here.


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May Note – 5/31/2019

May Note – 5/31/2019

The massive stack of boxed wine towered higher than the tallest skyscraper in the city, casting its shadow over the only stock person on shift; Luka couldn’t help but groan at such the large delivery that was brought into the store.

Contemplating just how important the job really was, Luka shrugged yawned, turning around to go to the break room, “Fuck this, I’m going on lunch. Somebody else can take care of it.”

100 Word Story – Stress Reliever (Finale)

Finished tending his wounds, Mizue threw a towel across her husband’s body to catch any blood that trickled out. As she placed it she glanced at her husband, their eyes meeting only inches away. His eyes were drowning in tears, from pain, from anger, from his reality as a meat puppet for a murderous wife.

Mizue watched the tears trickle down his face, her cold gaze seeming to make the tears slow down or freeze entirely. Giving into temptation, she leaned over and dragged her tongue across his face, lapping up the warm tears.

“I never loved you,” she whispered.


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Cowgirl

Suzanne traveled all day, gunning down bandits and armed robbers who were sent to come after her. One by one they all fell to her hand, none of them able to even realize that they had absolutely no chance going against her.

After a long day, and dozens of bullets fired, she needed some time off to just unwind and relax. And it has been a few days since she had a nice, cold beer to sip on.

Finding the local saloon in the town she’s laying low in for the time being, Suzanne decided to head on out to have a drink or two.

However, she should have known that bullets are always flying around no matter where she went.

“Christ, today’s a bad day to be all dressed up. I really need to change it up more often.”

The stomach rumbled with a loud belch following behind it, “Look here, ‘hun.’ You know why I’m here.”

He grunted before answering, “Shoot-out. Barely escaped with my life. I take it you know who I was up against?”

“Perhaps. Why does that matter?”

100 Word Story – Stress Reliever (Part Four)

Her fists slowly became covered in blood as Mizue kept whaling away at the bound husband; old bruises and welts became fresh with marks, stitched wounds began to open, and the man’s cries and pleas were muffled from the cloth in his mouth.

With her arms getting tired and needing a moment to catch her breath, Mizue punched him one last time in the jaw, dislodging a tooth. She backed away and rested her bloodied hands on her hips, mumbling, “God, that was a stress reliever.”

She looked back at her battered husband in disgust, I gotta patch him up.


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100 Word Story – Stress Reliever (Part Three)

Reaching into her bra Mizue pulled out a silver key and unlocked the guest bedroom door. As the door opened, she felt around on the wall and flicked a switch to turn on the bright ceiling lights.

The entire room lacked furniture except for a bed in the far corner, and windows that were boarded up with planks of wood. On top of the bed was a man, bound by his wrists and ankles to the bed frame. Gagged with a dark cloth, all he could do was stare in fright as Mizue approached him.

“Hello, husband. Feeling any better?”


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100 Word Story – Stress Reliever (Part Two)

Mizue already had her heels off before reaching the house, leaving them right by the door once she got inside; she stretched and felt her body crack all over.

“I’m home,” she called out, heading for the kitchen area. The house was silent, no response or reply coming to her. She opened the fridge and pulled out a beer, using the bottle opener magnet on the fridge door, “Huh. He must be asleep.”

Mizue walked to the main hallway, stopping in front of the steps. She took a sip of beer and grabbed the railing, Let’s go wake him up.


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100 Word Story – Stress Reliever (Part One)

The cries of the crows signaled the end of the day, the sun beginning its slow descent behind the horizon. The city’s inhabitants were finishing up their business in town, gathering around and crowding the train stations and bus stops to go home. Luckily for Mizue, she managed to find a seat as soon as the train doors opened.

Letting her shoulders drop, Mizue let out a mental sigh, trying to forget about the stress from the office, the gentle rocking of the moving train easing her mind.

I need a vacation from that place, too much pressure on me.


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100 Word Story – Watch the Window (Finale)

The class screamed out to Henry, pleading for him to back away from the window ledge. He kept his arms out wide, his back towards the wide, open school grounds below.

Henry’s breath was stuck with heavy pants, his urge to please the girl growing. “Like this? Is this how you wanted me?”

Far on the other side of the room, the girl was stuck with a nasty grin, nodding as Henry put his life on the line. Among the loud commotion in the classroom, she mouthed the words, “Do it.”

His intentions clear, Henry took one last step back.


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100 Word Story – Watch the Window (Part Four)

Henry quickly became infatuated by the girl’s smile; he was thinking about how, out of everybody in the room, the girl focused solely on him. He started to wonder what would have happened if he never looked away from the window.

The girl saw that Henry was focusing on her, and motioned for him to come to her desk. Ignoring the distance, and the small chatter of students between them, Henry navigated the sea of desks in order to get closer.

The girl opened her mouth to speak, and Henry knelt on one leg.

“The window—jump out of it.”


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100 Word Story – Watch the Window (Part Three)

The bright orange flame slowly danced in the palm of the girl’s hand. She didn’t flinch from having the gentle fire in her hand. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying it; her eyes gleamed with excitement and her cheeks were flushed red, almost embarrassed about this.

Henry mouthed “Why do you have a lighter?” to the girl, but all she did was stare at him with a strange, bewitching expression. Soon after, Henry started to feel a warm sensation burning in his gut; he couldn’t take his eyes off of her

“I… want to see her smile even more.”


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