Stories tagged “Challenges”

  • My First - Pt. 2

    My feet would stop and start again, as if my mind fought for me to turn back and just forget tonight was ever supposed to happen. All I ever thought about was the sight of her. It hadn’t occurred to me, until right that instant, that i’d ha...

  • Emergency.

    “Where the hell is it!” Mark shouted. “Right there beside the capiork!” Al replied. “THE WHAT?” “The Capiork, beside the Pyrene Squeeze lever. Take hold of it and give a firm tug, the bujumnuts will fall into p...

  • One Born Every Minute (Mature)

    I like to whistle. Something about little diddies made up of my breath helps to calm me when I’m sad. Invisible music. I am sad today, and I’ve been sad for the last few days. I’ve lost my puppy, Mr. Scraptastic. He’s fond of tr...

    • Author: BA Boucher
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Discomfort

    Just because I told her I love her doesn’t mean I don’t love you any less…so what if we broke up four years ago?

  • Called to the Principal's Office

    Ah, Clint come in please. You can shut the door. Now you may or may not know why I called you in here. I must inform you that your actions today will influence my decision whether or not to call your parents and tell them why you are wasting their well...

  • Tiles in the Ceiling

    92 Blink 93 Yawn 94 Sigh 95 He moves into my vision with that sad, slack-jawed, Droopy McCool look in his eye. He smiles at me like a three year old who went potty like a big boy or a dog that killed yet another gopher and deposited it all self congrat...

    • Author: BA Boucher
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Agoraphobia

    The doors opens and a sight from the 30’s greets me. An elderly man in a forty buttoned coat. He salutes me with a white glove knocking against his pillbox hat. “What floor sir?” “Uh, fifth I believe.” “Going to an i...

    • Author: BA Boucher
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Someone Always has a Worse Job

    Every time I come out of the kitchen I have to replace the goggles. It’s eerie leaving the well lit kitchen, to pitch blackness, and then to a green sea of people. This is my fifth dinner and it’s still jarring. As the night wears on, it ge...

    • Author: BA Boucher
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Fallen Hero's Daughter Nabs Murderers

    Dateline 7/13/2004 Mammon, CA AP “If there is one positive to this tragedy is that the good people of this city can sleep knowing that they are safe” Police Commissioner Davis spoke at a diverse crowd numbering in the thousands at the funer...

    • Author: BA Boucher
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • shower scene (Mature)

    I rinsed my hair. With eyes closed I faced the spray and held my breath as I tried to listen to you walk around. My heart pounded in my ears; I could barely hear you empty your pockets onto my kitchen cart and remove your shoes. I ran my hands over my ...

  • My Summer in Sheol

    He finally died. Now I live.

    • Author: BA Boucher
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Meta-ficly-sis

    I woke up the other day and I found I had turned into a bug. It took me a while to fully realize what had happened, the only real thing I could latch onto was six legs, my six legs, waving in the air as I was stuck on my back. I took it in stride thoug...

    • Author: BA Boucher
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Overdose

    I take it all. I hunger. The beast is fed, and I fall down

    • Author: BA Boucher
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Six Word Challenges

    A Touch of Madness: I think. Therefore I am hunted. Space Western Lollapalooza: John Wayne dismounts horse onto Mars. Stranger Than Fiction: She writes my love into existence. I Knew I Should Have Turned Left at Albuquerque: I should have called a cab....

  • Safe Embrace (Crush Challenge) (Mature)

    His hands Strong and thick Wrapped around mine Soft touch Warm embrace The scent of him Overwhelms my head I feel drowsy Sinking Slowly Into his arms Once more At peace

  • The Night Before the Accident

    The bridge was too high and the water, black and cold was far, far below. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He smiles at me, flips me off and leaps into oblivion.

    • Author: BA Boucher
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Child Lost

    His fingers caress my thigh His lips my cheek I want to cry.

  • The Troll

    It lived in the alley behind the pizza place, way in the back where the sun can’t reach no matter how hard it stretches. Even Bud won’t go there, no matter how badly he wants to beat you up and take your lunch. That’s why I was there,...

  • Malfunctioning

    “Hello my name is—Hello my name is—Hello my name—name—name—is—is—is” Leon sighed heavily, squeezing the intersection of his eyes and nose with his fingers. “Sir! Unit 37K is malfunctioning aga...

  • Ink It!

    “Hello, and today on Ink It!, we’ll compare challenge as inspiration vs. challenge as advertising. Our guests today aren’t very important – but what they say is certainly important. Guest #1?” “Challenges are tools t...

    • Author: TextMason
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
  • IMPORTANT NOTICE!

    When I originally wrote this (it used to be “Shooting Star”), it was the first semester of university and I thought I had this wicked awesome original story to enter into Sam Ervin’s challenge. However, I have recently been reminded o...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Exit the Main Character

    Life, as hellish as it already had been, had completely and utterly degenerated. War, brought on by a bunch of marauders from the South, had arrived in the capital city, despite the government’s protests that all was calm. Today, though, the war ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • An Apostrophe to Creative Block upon NaNoWriMo Efforts.

    O ye fiendish devils! That I may be blocked for the better part of two weeks from updating my essay this year, and that ye dost compel me to undergo a midterm examination of all manners physic, yea, ‘tis enough—but then ye pull the wool ove...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
  • The Fat of the Land

    I cowered in my bed, hoping against hope that my covers could hide and protect me from the tall, seductive figure silhouetted in front of my window. Her hair undulated to the floor and her eyes glinted violent, violet silver in the moonlight. “Co...