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Stories In Empty Spaces
WritcoStoryPrompt
Write a short story using at least three from the five prompts given:
An empty suitcase full of memories.
The messages added salt to wounds.
The car accelerated before the signal turned green.
A wardrobe full of clothes that still had their tags on.
A dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lies.
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Alexandra was moving yet again. Last time it was Shanghai to New York the time before that she left Bangkok where she went to when she left Singapore. And there were three or five more places she went, stayed, built a home before she left yet again.
They were homes of her past. Of love and dreams that weren't to be. They were a symbol of her mistakes, her childish beliefs and her foolish heart.
With a huff, she pulled out her suitcase. It was old and battered. What was once a classic brown leather body was now paler, duller, with many bumps and scratches. But most noticeably was the stickers of every country she had visited plastered haphazardly; some overlapping, some isolated at a corner.
How easy was it to fall for a country, a place, a city and the people who lived there. She thought as she traced the edges of the stickers. But it is as easy as to fall out.
There was Singapore with all its beauty and advancememts. Of the beauty of architecture in everywhere you look. What a beauty it was to see how nature and technology could merge!
She had loved the Botanic Garden. How it's tall structure looked like magnificent trees and at night they looked like gigantic luminous flowers. It would've been the perfect place, but everything was too strict for her.
All should be done in a certain way. And the beauty that once was became boredom, for everywhere she looked, she had been there. After a day or so you have seen everything and after months of knowing everything. The colors faded. The Merlion wasn't as glittering with charm and the Botanical Garden she...
Write a short story using at least three from the five prompts given:
An empty suitcase full of memories.
The messages added salt to wounds.
The car accelerated before the signal turned green.
A wardrobe full of clothes that still had their tags on.
A dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lies.
----
Alexandra was moving yet again. Last time it was Shanghai to New York the time before that she left Bangkok where she went to when she left Singapore. And there were three or five more places she went, stayed, built a home before she left yet again.
They were homes of her past. Of love and dreams that weren't to be. They were a symbol of her mistakes, her childish beliefs and her foolish heart.
With a huff, she pulled out her suitcase. It was old and battered. What was once a classic brown leather body was now paler, duller, with many bumps and scratches. But most noticeably was the stickers of every country she had visited plastered haphazardly; some overlapping, some isolated at a corner.
How easy was it to fall for a country, a place, a city and the people who lived there. She thought as she traced the edges of the stickers. But it is as easy as to fall out.
There was Singapore with all its beauty and advancememts. Of the beauty of architecture in everywhere you look. What a beauty it was to see how nature and technology could merge!
She had loved the Botanic Garden. How it's tall structure looked like magnificent trees and at night they looked like gigantic luminous flowers. It would've been the perfect place, but everything was too strict for her.
All should be done in a certain way. And the beauty that once was became boredom, for everywhere she looked, she had been there. After a day or so you have seen everything and after months of knowing everything. The colors faded. The Merlion wasn't as glittering with charm and the Botanical Garden she...
