Danielle's Creative Writing Assignment: Write a complete story (conflict, crisis, resolution) in exactly 100 words. No more, no less.
Danielle's Creative Story #1. She is running faster than ever before in her life but she can only feel the fear cascading down her like water. Her heart pounds painfully, trying to break free of her chest. Time doesn’t exist. Where she is, doesn’t matter. All she cares about is the man sleeping soundly in their apartment, unaware of the ticking below the floorboards. She won’t reach him in time. The bomb is set to explode now, and she is far, too far away. Her eyes can already see the flames; her ears can just make out the explosion. The alarm buzzes her awake.
Danielle's Creative Story #2. The baby’s heart beat like the ticking of a clock, counting down the goodbye. She couldn’t keep her son but she could sooner unhinge her arm than give him up. She had to, she knew -even if it would kill her because it would save him. The doorstep was her final arbiter - her guillotine but her savior too. The baby lay asleep, unknowing and unknown. He would wake to a new day and a new life. She placed the baby at the door. Years pass and a boy is tucked warmly into bed and kissed goodnight by his mother.
Danielle's Creative Story #3. The carbonara was ruined. The critic was waiting impatiently and the pasta was utterly ruined. Chef’s belly heaved as his face turned as red as the fra diavolo he served. The line cook cowered and lifted the nearest pan to use as a shield. Not a moment too soon, Chef grabbed potatoes and began the attack. “The...most....important....customer...my reputation....you...fired...out!” and on every word, a tuber was flung, plopping loudly against the pan. “He loves it.” Silence. The line cook stared at the counter now empty of the plate. The waiter standing proud, expecting applause but receiving none, continued, “He said, original!”
Danielle's Creative Story #4. The door slammed shut just an inch away. Tears were still streaming down my face. And they say men can’t throw tantrums? This was the third time this month that my husband had threatened to divorce. I lifted my hand to scratch against the door. “I don’t want to do this anymore” hollered from inside. I squeaked, “But, we’ve been trying so hard” before I could stop. The door opened. “Let’s stop trying,” said a tired husband. I wanted to think of the laughter we shared but I could only see the tears. “Let’s stop trying,” answered a tired wife.
Danielle's Creative Story #5. The wall post read, “I hate you.” “Gee, thanks...now the whole world knows too” thought the too-handsome-for-his-own-good, dark haired-tall-blue-eyed man. He brushed his hair off his face and thought of Nancy, who had obviously taken the prior evening a bit too seriously. The man wondered if tonight’s date would notice the message and call the night off. Probably not. But, just to be on the safe side, he should deactivate his account for today. He’d have to remember to launch it back up later to post the pictures of tonight’s lucky girl. The man got up to shower and prepare.
Meet my friend Danielle! haha she's not a "Gothic writer" I promise! I just snagged one of her Halloween looks off of Facebook just now. :D
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Danielle is originally from Manhattan, NY and trust me..she is back in New York, New York almost every weekend! A true New Yorker. :P She's a great friend and I've had so much fun in the short time I got to spend with her last time I was in her city. :D I would describe her as the RL "real life" version of Hermione Granger from Harry Potter : ) Very studious and a perfectionist at everything! It is her last semester in law school! I'm so excited to see where life takes her! :D I'm a proud friend : )
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p.s. Does anyone have Hermione's Time Turner Necklace (from Harry Potter)?