Making Lists

Prompt: The List | Word count: 1500 | Genre: General Fiction

Matt talked about when they both die. Daisy could smell sweet tea on his breath. It was early morning, just after six. The unexpectedness of the topic had her frozen to the spot. Usually a quick exchange about the day ahead ensued – what’s for dinner, if there was any shopping to be done. He clutched his lunch box in one fist, backpack was on his back, the newspaper rolled up under his free arm for reading on his lunch break. Just like every other weekday morning.

The air was so still she could see dust motes in the lamplight on the hall dresser.

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The List by Komal

Prompt: The List | Word Count: 1500 words | Genre: Thriller

6:15 AM                                         

Cool breeze did very little to keep away the sweat beads forming on the guy’s forehead. He took out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat away. He had been planning this for a few days now. He tried getting a formal meeting but couldn’t get through. He was determined to make this ‘meeting’ work.

He looked at his wristwatch. It was time.

In a couple of minutes, he saw an old man jogging towards him.

“Mr. Banerjee” said the guy in a formal suit as he passed him on the jogging track. Mr. Banerjee stopped and turned around to look at him.

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The Time Capsule by Moira le Roux

Prompt: The list  | Word count: 2500  | Genre: Women’s Fiction

We drove home in silence. This was the night that Alexis, my lovely wife, had spoken about for so many years. It was going to be the highlight of the year. Something had gone wrong, and I wasn’t sure what. We had all heard the story of the time capsule. She had been talking excitedly about it since it happened. Twenty years ago, when she was fifteen, her teacher had the whole grade fill out a page of what they wanted to achieve in the next twenty years. Tonight, was the school reunion, and the opening of the time capsule. Alexis had been in an excited mood all evening, catching up with old friends, and then came time for the opening of the time capsule. There was laughter and joking all around, but as she opened her envelope, with the list in it, she went quiet. After a few minute’s she said goodbye to all her friends, and we left early. She wouldn’t show me her list.

I parked the car in the garage and turned to her. “Please tell me what the matter is, love. This was supposed to be a great night, and the girls are all excited about the time capsule. They are going to wonder why you are so unhappy.”

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The List by Kimberley Cooper

Prompt: The List Word count: 1500 Genre: Contemporary Fiction

It sat there on the kitchen table.

The List. Or given its significance, perhaps it was more accurate to call it THE LIST. Anyway, whatever, it formed part of Eva’s every conversation lately, was almost the only thing she talked about. God knows if we’d have anything to say to each other after the bloody wedding.

“What shall we put on the list, Jo?” “Jo, which store should we have the list with? And then when she was feeling down and it was all a bit overwhelming, “Do you think anyone will want to know what’s on the list?”

So, The List on the kitchen table. An innocuous bit of paper held to a piece of hardwood by gravity. I could put my mug of coffee on it at breakfast time, sling my keys on it when I come in from work, use it as a place mat for my dinner plate. Wouldn’t affect The List at all.

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Missed the List by Daniel Casey

Prompt: The List | Word count: 1500 | Genre: Sci-Fi/Space Opera

Kelton bolted upright in his bunk, the strident alarms slamming his sleep fogged mind into high gear before he was awake.

All that training had paid off, Kelton found himself strapped into the rail-gun’s swiveling cockpit before he knew it. He’d run through the lists and checks on autopilot as it were. Most of the redundancies were there for the safety ninnies, unneeded ninety percent of the time.

Acknowledging the bridge’s status query, Kelton started running though the fire-ready checklists, power relays on-line, depleted uranium spheres in stasis channels, targeting scanners coming alive, all the redundancies were green-lighted, everything looked good to go, and with a flourish he gave the all clear to the mission ready checklist and got to work scanning the long range tracking array.

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The Journey by Anusuya

Prompt: The List | Word Count: 1500 words | Genre: Realistic fiction

She scanned the list of applicants who had sent in requests to come to meet Her. Reading through the letters, She reviewed each one’s story and assessed the journey they were on, to make a decision of whether to grant them an audience. There were two letters She found intriguing – from a man and a woman. She paused, pondering over the decision of whether to put their names onto the final list of those She would meet and bless. From the lofty heights of Her shrine located in the majestic Himalayan mountains, Mata Vaishno Devi watched the two subjects who were the object of her curiosity.

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Live by the List by Rachel Dye

Prompt: The List |  Word count: 1032 | Genre: Fantasy | Mild Violence and Profanity

“Live by the list; die by the list!” Eve dutifully repeated the words as she entered the Assassin’s Hall.  I never wanted to be an assassin, Eve cringed at the young initiate’s words but she continued towards her place at the front. There was little she could do to comfort the unblooded woman.

Her decade of service granted her one of the highest ranking positions in the Corp.  Perhaps with time the young one might learn to accept her fate but the odds were never in their favor.  More than half the new initiates would be buried before the end of the year, dead by one of the factions’ hands during a botched assassination or by their own guilt.

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The List by Zane Baisley

Prompt: |The List. | Word count: 1500 | Genre: Drama

Pink and orange are fading to purple and red. Deep blue follows from the east, the traffic a lonely hum on the streets far below. A single white sheet of paper with blue lines sits on the mahogany desk. The desk a huge black expanse, the white sheet like a hole in the universe that refuses to be filled, refuses to conform to the order of things. I have tried to write the list, the words fall onto the paper but they are angry and misspelled and refuse to make any sense. Both my hands rest on my desk next to that impossible white sheet. I stare at the sky as it changes slowly to night. A small lamp casts a pool of yellow light. I prefer the friendly glow of the lamp to the clinical brightness the fluorescents would cast. I place the point of the silver pencil against the page again and watch as my hand shakes.

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The Blood-list by Vic Ribeiro

Prompt: The list | Word Count: 1500 | Genre: Sci-fi

Blood-crusted hands unfolded the yellowing piece of paper. A trembling finger crossed out another name. Four names had crimson smears through it. Four lives snuffed out for their blood. Weary grey eyes looked over the list. Unconsciously his right hand moved to massage the bridge of his nose. It left rouge smudges on his face. Two names remained. The old man carefully refolded the paper and tucked it into his inner jacket pocket. He sighed heavily as he looked at his hands, slowly flexing them as he watched the tiny blood-flakes scale off. “I need to wash,” he thought drily.

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An Empty Page by Annalie Kleinloog

Prompt: The List | Word Count: 1500 | Genre: Drama

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She looked up from the task at hand. Swirling mist outside prevented her mental escape over stark skyscrapers; instead, her focus was forced inside the window.

Out there, life bustled away.     In here was the empty.

The grey disconnectedness from that world was in stark contrast to the painful chaos surrounding her in their bedroom. She hardly recognised the tired face reflecting from the weather-beaten pane. Weary eyes stared back, past the reflection, into a pool of memory.

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