Scrivere Article: The Deadly Bathroom Break (a short story {realistic fiction})

The Deadly Bathroom Break (a short story {realistic fiction})

posted by Rae-Ash

There’s nothing I hate più than being trapped, but that’s exactly what I am. All because of my stupid, small bladder, I just had to go to the bathroom. So I went into the bank to use theirs, because nothing could go wrong, right?

Wrong, which is just my luck. Just as I leave the bathroom a group of guys decide to rob the bank. Just peachy. One of the guys yells at us to get down on the ground and we obey. Then he tells us to give him our phones. Oops. I accidentally left mine in my borsa in the bathroom. When he gets to me I tell him this, he’s not really happy about this. Now he’s threatening to shoot me if I don’t give it to him, but I can’t give him something I don’t have. Then another of the guys come over and asks what was wrong.

“She says she left her phone and borsa in the bathroom.”

“Oh, well, she probably did. That’s Angel and she’s always forgetting something.”

“What! I do not! Anyway, how would te know?” I demand.

“We dated just last year. We had a great time, and even learned a few new tricks,” he replies.

“I never, ever data criminals! Well, except for that one time…..OMG!!! You’re Brian! The s.o.b. that just up and left for no good reason!!!! te jerk!” I ground out.

“Let’s go get your borsa and then we can talk,” he quickly said.

So we retrieved my borsa and then we went out into the alley at the back of the bank.

“I’m sorry but there’s no other way. te know who I am and I cannot allow that,” Brian detto as he pulled out a gun.

Then I feel an agonizing pain just a little to the right my left shoulder. Everything goes black as I hear the sirens get closer and hope that they find me in time.

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Sutelc22 god u got such a great imagination.

alicia386 This story makes me wonder what goes on in ur head?!

Rae-Ash thanks, my creative writing teacher said it was evidence of a good imagination but that he worried about what goes on inside of my head

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TRUE Amore

posted by T-lover

what I'm Scrivere isn't exactly an articolo , but I hope te will enjoy it ^_^ ..

Girl; Do I ever attraversare, croce you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do te like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do te want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me o you'r life ?
Boy; My life .

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....

*The reason te never attraversare, croce my mind is because te are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like te is because I Amore te .
*The reason I don't want te is because I need te .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if te left is because I would die if te left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for te is because I would die for te .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do te anything for te is because I would do everything for te .
*The reason I chose my life is because te are my life .

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Different Worlds - Chapter 1

posted by Bella_Swan3

Taylor had never shadow-walked with no destination in mind. Shadow walking was something she was slightly afraid to do. It made her feel unbalanced, as if she had been dato too much control. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pushing te to jump, and some part of te secretly wanting to succumb to it's persuasive power.

She opened her eyes to the flat, glassy expanse of water in front of her. The tiny sliver of the moon was distorted da the waves.

Granted, shadow walking allowed her to appear wherever she wanted, but to her, it also served as a constant reminder that she was not...

2

Rollercoasters - A Bumpy, Crazy Ride of a Poem

posted by Dearheart

slowly climbing

inch da inch

bringing me closer

to my doom

farfalle of

anticipation

flutter nervously

in my stomach

knuckles whiten

jaws clench

what have I

gotten myself into

the suspense

is killing me

I'm going to hate it

I'm going to Amore it

I might lose my lunch

but I don't care

heaven help me

here it comes...

...

I hold my breath...

...

and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!

Gods: Chapter 7: fuoco and Ice

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

I walked in and saw Dawn and Thor. I walked over and gave them both a look. “Where are mom and dad” I asked looking around the house. Dawn smile. “Still in Australia” I looked at Dawn with a confused smile. “Well then what’s going on” I asked. I was angry at Thor and Dawn and not because of Liz o that mom and dad were still in Australia, but because they weren’t telling me anything. “Well?” I asked. Thor looked at me but he didn’t smile he just stared at me. “We were told to go home, we don’t know anything” he detto in a mollusco, vongola voice. I heard a bang, I turned and saw...

2

Come What May

posted by CheeryDavis

Hi, so this is my first story put on here! It's in poem style so i thought what the fieno i'll post it! so here it is:

the sky turns black and gray
all the color withers away
but in your arms i will stay
come what may

the lights could dim
the sky could fall
the world could stand still
but your arms are all i can feel
and in them i will stay
come what may

the waves come crashing
pulling me into the deep
but your arms are all i can feel washing over me
and as te pull me up and hold me close
i know that te will never let go
in your arms i will stay come what may

the sky shines bright for the first time is...

5

My True Love- "For Coach Joy"

posted by iluvtheshow

I remember the giorno I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for te love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place te could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with più fuoco then te could ever imagine.
più passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the giorno I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.

--------------------------------
This is dedicated to my first real pallacanestro, basket coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.

5

Sorrows BTW THIS IS 6 YRS OLD,

posted by CullensFinest13

te hurt me I hope te die I cant belive I trusted te I cant belive I loved te I cant belive I stayed up and worried that te wouldnt call. I cant belive that i loved te i trusted te and cared for you. im tired of te its time i let te go but your always there te wont leave me alone...its time for te to leave so never come back walk out of my life i am going to lock my door and never let te back in stay out so i can be happy te need te need to die let me live my own life te shouldnt be controlling me anymore im not property im a human and i dont belong to the likes of you, te were...

20

Step-by-step guide: Mary Sue's

posted by vampiress015

I presuming we all joined this spot 'cos we Amore to write, right? If so then te all know what I'm talking about when I say that we all Amore our main characters and sometimes want to make them the best people in the world.

B-O-R-I-N-G

Yes, we want to make our main character gets the best out of the story, since it's their story. But if they're the best people in the world it doesn't really make them believable and then the reader just doesn't care about them (which is hard to understand cos we as the writer Amore em, but unfortunantley it's true)

So here is my step-by-step guide to make sure that...

2

Dreaming of Nightmares

posted by Sweet_Pants

Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.

I dream of all things

Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts

Within these thoughts as dark as sea

When once those wings of black

Hung over all

Shadowing but of the wretched white

That blinds me of all beauty.

I dream of all things

From happiness to highs

Let down these pills

o I’m gone, retreat inside my mind

Where none but the darkest thoughts

Swallowing twilight

I dream of all things

From the stories told da hidden scars

Unable to mostra themselves

Under this intense scrutiny

That makes up this world’s attire

To the times that I could be happy

Without a drug to create

The much-needed illusion...

I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.

2

iTunes Shuffle

posted by mrs-mindfreak

I decided to do a story where I put my iPod on shuffle and start writing. Lucky for me, all the songs were basically sad o angry music. So this is what I came up with :)

The rain pattered on the windows drowsily, drowning out Alana’s choking sobs. She sat in her preferito wooden rocker, and buried her face in her hands miserably. Her black hair clung to her sweaty face. Her clammy palms were wet from tears. She never wanted to sposta from that spot again. Although she was filled with irrevocable remorse, she felt comfortable there. No one in the house, rain falling softly outside, and just...

6

te Shouldn't Have Shot The Dog - Short Story

posted by chel1395

‘You shouldn't have shot the dog.’ That single thought reverberated inside my head, knocking from side to side, smashing at the sides of my skull until I had to put my hands to my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pain. The man sitting successivo to me took a swig of his whiskey, the glass bottle knocking against his yellowed and rotten teeth. His other hand held onto the steering wheel, maneuvering the car down the winding and deserted stretch of highway. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window, willing my head to stop pounding. From the radio, the soft strains...

20

A Writer’s Mini-Game Plan: Seven Rules for a Successful Career

posted by daragirard

The Writer Behind the Words

Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting Scrivere career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help te find the right strategy for te and get te started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have più than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any Scrivere project the lista can grow exponentially-...

1

Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 3)

posted by zanhar1

The fragrance of scotch pine and blue abete rosso is pungent in the air, amplified da the heat of late June. o so te think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. te open your eyes to see a sun hazed over da stratus clouds. From all angles te spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. te furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your camicia and flutters...

Mask

posted by Epismatic

The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask

When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite te to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new giorno is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve te been?”

With fanciful risposte to all that te ask,

I’ll always wait here for...

2

January 31 giorno Challenge

posted by WritingBookWorm

So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this anno it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every giorno there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement o anything. te can take it anyway te want.

Then each giorno te should write what it tells te too o something inspired da it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story o even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, o te have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...

1

Ideas on Rewriting/Parodying Famous Stories

posted by glelsey

This guide was inspired da a domanda recently postato da link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how te can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of Film that have done used one o più of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...

Diana's wrath chapter 1

posted by floraisbest1

Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom detto quikly. fine all of te girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella detto in a sing song voice. lets go detto the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an ora k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)

1

Short horror story

posted by LunaNotLoony

Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, te don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...

1

Talking to the Moon (Fanfic)

posted by Ichigo127

An Amuto one-shot
hope te enjoy!
‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. te are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but te have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...

The Guardian of Zamari chapter 1

posted by ITF

A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small tavolo and a bed, the volpe quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...