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I taught high school English for almost a decade, including several creative writing courses. One of the best ways to escape from writer’s block is to let others start the story for you. For creative writing assignments, a lot of creative writing prompts are available on many online websites. You can refer to them all and choose any idea that impresses you.
A wife sits down her husband and says she wants a baby. He agrees even though he doesn’t want one. The man agrees even though he hates the water.
Boom Cards™ Birthday Interactive Short Story (Comprehension, WH Questions)
It’s a task I hate, especially when they get gunky from the rain. I came home, and there they were—shiny, clean, and dry—waiting for me to fill them with seed, my favorite part. Eager to oblige, I kiss her lips, preparing to show her that I cherish the gift of a wonderful, magical wife.
The cashier looks nervous as she rings you up. “That plant isn’t normal. If you want to pick another one, I would totally understand.” She’s nodding with wide eyes as she says this, clearly hoping you’ll agree.
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School isn’t the only place for writing exercises, though. If you’ve ever joined a creative writing group, your leader may have encouraged you to spend some time each day freewriting or writing a character sketch. However, their sacrifices also elaborate foolishness. They bought one other beautiful and prized gifts but that turns out in vain.
She knows what everyone thinks of her — cold, cruel, heartless. They probably all think that she deserves this, that she had this coming the whole time. That Thomas was lucky to get out before it was too late. She wants to say no. She wants Thomas to come out from behind the door and peck her cheek, telling her that it was just another one of his ridiculous jokes. She wants him to be waiting for at the other end of the hall, she wants his eyes to fill with love as she walks toward him.
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When she looks at it she at once thinks of buying it. Eventually, she buys it and thinks like it was made for James. She returns home happily. In all of her nervousness, she opens her hair which falls to its full length to her knees. She has beautiful brown hair which shines brightly.
Kit sensed at this rate his wish would soon be extinguished. Kit’s face grew pale as a strained wheeze now invaded his breath, signaling an inescapable defeat. Kit’s head started spinning in a dizzy cloud as nausea swept through his body.
The Gift of Magi is a short story containing the elements of realistic fiction. Likewise, O’ Henry develops this idea of precious gifts and love via Della and Jim’s character. Della and Jim have sacrificed their most prized possessions for one another so they are relatable with aforementioned wise men. Kit felt sick to his stomach.
Here, in the season of generosity, tales from O's friends and family about the greatest gifts of all. Craft a short story from the point of view of a young stray cat looking for her mother who is a house cat. Say, for instance, you can pick a less significant scene from your favorite novel and use it as an opening scene for your short story with mild modifications. Whenever you use an idea from others’ work try to modify the characters in it and add new elements to make the scene look original. Once you have found the opening for your short story, you can drive your imagination and develop the whole story.
Your character has spent eleven years living with the consequences of a vow she has taken. When she forges a new friendship with a counselor, she learns something about herself that scares her and makes her avoid the counselor, for his own sake. Your character has just lost a child by miscarriage, and when she comes home, her married life has changed. Her husband, who was always the more talkative of the two, spends their time together quietly grieving in his own way.
Suddenly she was distracted by the babbling of her brother. He was very angry and was scolding someone over the phone. Meera’s attention diverted from the rain towards her brother.
She shakes her head nonstop, scratches her ears. Last night I made her a paper toy, hanging by a thread from the desk. It floats in the air now, silent, dancing. I’m that paper toy, alone, floating in air, hanging by a thread.
As Cathy plowed her way through the momentarily paralyzed wall of terrified guests Kit joined in behind her- matching her full-on sprint. Breaking through the crowd Cathy and Kit ran straight to the gazebo. When they arrived, they found the two neighborhood moms huddled together in each other's arms shaking, seemingly in shock. Both ladies were bleeding profusely from dog bites on their arms and legs.
