The doors were locked. The lights shut. Even the clock stopped clicking. Still, here I am, lying in my bed, staring into the never ending darkness of this room; whose every belonging shouts out her name and takes the life out of my already dead soul. Every time. All. The. Time.
(Prompt: Not enough sleep)
“Wanna go to my place?” he asked abruptly. “Sure.” I blurted. And in no time, we were rushing to his apartment, two blocks away from college.
A peculiar smelling room, everything out of place.
And then I saw it. Staring back at me.
Most dreaded danger sign.
The Ash Tray.
(Prompt: Ash Tray)
Anything For You
“Honey! You know I don’t like this salad! Why did you order it?”
“Babe, it’s good for you. The doc said so. Remember?”
“Yeah…. fine. Just ’cause you’re saying. But on one condition.”
“Take these ugly green beans away pleeease. They taste funny.”
(Prompt: Green Beans)
My first attempt at writing any kind of fiction or story!
Liked it? Hated it? Lemme know. 🙂
This is for The 50-Word Story Challenge.
Thanks for reading. ❤