Assassinating royalty by Adriaan Snyman

Prompt: Going home | Word count: 500 | Genre: drama

“Are you alright Sister?” Sister Elizabeth asked the young nun whom she pulled out of the water in total darkness.

“I’m alright, sister thank you,” Sister Varvara said gasping for air after having been thrown down the twenty-meter deep, abandoned mine-shaft. She looked up, but the dark of night revealed only the blackest of pits, filled with voices of hatred from above.

Elizabeth knew, the moment the Bolsheviks pushed her over the ledge on the summer’s night, their intention was murder.

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The Circle of Life by David Macfie

Prompt: Going Home | Word count: 500 | Genre: I don’t know

Rose turned eighty just after Christmas. At her party she told her family that she was tired. Her mind was as sharp as a tack, but her body was giving up on her. With arthritis in every joint and emphysema, from years of smoking, she could only walk ten meters before she had to rest. It was a real drag.

“I think it’s time I turned my face to the wall and checked out,” she said.

It wasn’t the first time her family had heard these words, but Rose sounded so very serious this time, they were worried about her.

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Going Home by Michelle Crowder-Soellner

Prompt: Going Home | Word count: 500 | Genre:

I was working on the puzzle when someone sat across from me. Amanda. Surprising. “Do you mind if I join?”

“Not at all.”

“Ok, I know puzzles are super exciting and I’m the coolest person in this inn, but I’m not gonna lie. I’m surprised to see you here.”

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Going Home by Robyn McComb

Prompt: Going Home | Word count: 500 | Genre:

The smell of cut grass and rich, overturned soil. The softness of the air, petting my skin with moisture. The way the sky skips the sunset and turns straight into a blackness that is punctured only by the occasional farmhouse light or fuzzy star.

It has been years since I’ve driven Highway 1 toward the vague twinkling lights of Smittyville. Already I can see the brown rectangular bulk of the high school where I graduated, the football field beside lit up like a landing strip for an airport. Such good days took place in that building, tainted only by the smell of whiskey on my pop’s mouth when he got frustrated with whatever engine he was working on in the garage as mosquitos met their deaths under his resounding swats. I still have a dent in my skull from a socket wrench he whacked me with.

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Going Home By Lisa T. Osborne

Prompt: Going Home | Word Count: 500 | Genre:

“Whoa.” I stumbled, grabbing Mike’s arm to keep from falling. “Mike, where’s the car?” My shaky voice came out in a rush.

His eyes wide, Mike breathed like he had just come in from his morning run.

“I don’t know,” he rasped. He rubbed a bare foot over a white fluffy carpet; I curled my toes and understood why; it was very soft. I refuse to consider where our shoes disappeared to.

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Going Home by Sarah Wunder

Prompt: Going Home | Word Count: 506 | Genre: Sci-fi

I always knew the flux capacitor was what made time travel possible. And here I was, about to witness it myself. I was too excited to be nervous, and also too nervous to be excited, but when my friend, Shannon asked if I wanted to take part in this study at the university’s Department of Paradox Studies, I had to take her up on the offer. Of course, they had me sign all kinds of release forms and confidentiality agreements. Ugh! I don’t have much time, and here I am, rambling. This is the chance of a lifetime, something I’ve been wishing for and imagining my whole life. You’d think I’d be more prepared. But I’m not. And they were very clear about the guidelines. There’s too much riding on my success to mess it up. I mean, if I made one wrong move, I could unravel the fabric of the whole space-time continuum. That’s pretty heavy.

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Going Home by Cinthia Albers

Prompt: Going Home | Wordcount: 500 | Genre: Mainstream

The dreaded phone call.
I sped to my Mother’s house, a million emotions, a million thoughts. I ran to the door. My father had passed, I was the only sibling within a thousand miles. Mother and I had leaned on each other, cared for one another. And now it was her time to say goodbye.
The hospice nurse, Chris greeted me. He hugged me, his big burly self, comforting me. “She’s begun her transition,” he said softly. “It won’t be long now.” I walked to her bed. We had set up a hospital bed in the living room, moved the couch to the dining room. Easier for everyone. She lay motionless, her soft breath barely noticeable.
“I gave her morphine, she isn’t feeling any pain. “
“What should we do?”

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Ashes of Roses by Hibah Shabkhez

Prompt: Going Home | Word count: 500 words | Genre: Snippet

“Only one thing can heal me,” She said. “I must change what I did.”

“Ask me for another gift,” I said. “I can give you a new life far from here, with no memory of the demon that haunts you.”

“That would be another lie!”

“Pray then for a repentant heart, and peace will come –”

“Do you think I feel no remorse?”

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Vincent by Arthur Hall

Prompt: Going Home | Word count: 500 exactly | Genre: Monologue

Hi, I’m Vincent. My life has been full of acting. Not on stage but doing action-based activities, using nimble footwork, like surviving English schooling or agitating for change at university. Teaching against the flow; helping learners to grow but not teaching them to follow. Facing the challenge of building and staffing a training center in the Sahara desert. Playing ball sports but not so well. Holding forth in cafes, pubs and park benches. Broadening my knowledge with reading, listening, watching and from time to time, participating. Recording precious, comic or tragic moments in notebooks or sometimes on film or in sketches. Marveling at David Frost, ‘The Life of Brian’, the lyrics of Bob Dylan and the absurdities of so many colorful politicians. Regularly fulfilling work’s contracts to the letter and to the best of my ability and energy.

Much of that is over now. I am busy drawing a line in the sand. I no longer want to be a hard-working employee or a faithful servant of mother state; a homo economicus. A husband I will remain, but not especially good or over thoughtful; less uxorious. The whole grandpa package you can forget.

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I want to go home by Ashleigh Seton-Rogers

Prompt: Going Home | Word count: 500  | Genre: Black Comedy

Emily opened her eyes.  Everything was too bright. Blinking hard, her eyes settled on a fully laid out table in front of her.

Where was she? Her mind drew a blank.

“At last she wakes,” quipped a voice behind her.

Emily tried to crane her head in the direction of the voice, but it was no use.

“I’ve prepared you a sumptuous meal which I’m sure you’re going to love, chef.”

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