general fiction

  1. The Beginning

    still putting short stories on here till I can make a thread. here's something i'm working on, my friend gave me the prompt of something about a drunk person. it's about 1500 words I turned twenty-one a week ago. I had never been more excited for a birthday in my life. I was finally able to buy my own alcohol, go into whatever bar I wanted, and be my own person. It’s all I had ever dreamed about since I had my first sip at 14. I was used to stealing wine from my parents, or doing keg...
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  2. The Exterminator

    The sun just began to rise as the pest control laborer awoke. He went in the bathroom, brushed his teeth and stared into his hollow, circular eyes. They were small beady little eyes that couldn’t help but give off scorn towards everything in their line of sight. He rinsed out his mouth then traipsed to his kitchen. All he could find were left overs. They weren’t even his but he didn’t care anymore. He ate quickly then put on his uniform. It was an ugly green jumpsuit, of a horribly...
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  3. Chapter 2: Coffee

    still can't make a thread so here's another chapter I've been working on. “I’m gonna eat this cigarette.” “Seriously dude, don’t you’re gonna get really sick.” “I’ve never had a cigarette before. So leave me alone so I can have a smoke goddammit.” “Having a smoke means smoking the fucking thing not eating it.” “I’m not gonna smoke it. What? Do you want me to get cancer? Fuck no.” “You just smoked a shit ton of weed, why won’t you just be a normal person and smoke that?” “Bro, have...
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  4. Exchanging Books

    The sun reflected off of a silver bike as it whizzed past the stopped cars at an intersection. The heat was unbearable today, Chelsea could feel the hot air pushing against her skin as she rode on the side walk, against traffic. The heat was no longer uncomfortable and sweat provoking but now actually hurt. It reminded her of grabbing the metal of her curling iron earlier that morning, except the burning sensation covered her entire body. With summer heat comes the blaring sound of...
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  5. Chapter 1: Politics

    I still don't know how to create a thread. it says I need 20 posts so I guess i'll just put whatever story i'm working on here. “I’m a trump supporter.” “kill yourself Jacob,” “better than Hillary.” “Kill yourself Carter.” “I’d take anyone over Hillary, even if it has to be Trump.” “Why because of the emails, that’s the dumbest shit I have ever heard.” “shut up you fucking commie,” “better than being a racist, Jacob. You know what, fuck you, I can’t listen to this shit.” “Sophia...
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  6. Copenhagen (1,452 words)

    I heard the familiar chime of the bell on the door ringing, signifying the entrance of a customer. The man that walked in was dressed in ill-fitting exercise gear that a professional cyclist would wear, although his bulging stomach told me he was far from one. I greeted him with as sincere a smile I could possibly force and asked what he wanted. “Do you have croissants?” I was asked this question about five times a day and after working here for years have still not understood how a...
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