Short Stories and other random musings

  Your character is the prettiest girl in town, and all the men fight over one another for her.  Short story Prompt #3 Meet Alice. She is sixteen years old and lives in Beverly Hills, California. The town that we all imagine is lined with palm trees and all the wealthiest people spend their money on luxury items many of us can only dream about being able to afford. You are correct in assuming that many of these people have more money than they know what to do with.  It is no doubt a luxury to be able to call such a place your home base. Alice has never taken this fact for granted. She has always realized just how fortunate she and her family are. She grew up in a family many people could only dream of having. Both of her parents were highly educated and attended some outstanding colleges. As a result, their wealth was their backbone and having their highly touted degrees and jobs ended up making a difference in their lives and meant that they could live i...

  Short Story Prompt 2: A fast-food chain’s secret recipe is suddenly published online and goes viral; how do they find the thief?      It is 6:30 P.M. I wipe my eyes, which are reluctant to stop running and watering. I knew I was tired. My pain had me awake more than half of the night. I had no idea how much work had wiped me out. Every bone in my body hurt like it was being crushed by an 18-wheeler. It was Mid-October, so my famed Halloween costume store had been buzzing with activity. Truthfully, there was no secret behind the reason my body was aching in terrible agony. However, the magic of the spooky holiday was more than worth the bustling business it produced. Halloween had always been my very favorite holiday. I love the idea of being scared and seeing all of the children’s happy faces when you treat them to the candy that had been sitting in my toothy pumpkin bucket. I had always had an affinity for little kids but made the decision n...

  Short Story Prompt 1: the Internet suddenly shuts down, and no one knows why or how to get it back running again. There was something about this day that seemed a bit unusual. As I walked to work, I noticed that the streetlights were flickering for what seems like a minute or two. The traffic lights were putting on a show of their own, fluctuating between red and green every couple of minutes.   It was a rather stormy day, but this kind of weather was more than familiar to us as residents of Seattle. The pitter patter of the rain was about as normal as a heartbeat to us. Walking to work and becoming soaked by the rain was quite routine at this point. Having lived in Seattle for nearly a decade, I actually became worried when it wasn’t stormy outside. So, the weather was not the culprit, but there was something eerie about the whole vibe of my surroundings. So much so that I was spaced out and did not realize that I had spent nearly five minutes standing still in the...