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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A Bearable Tale by Wanda Hughes

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

Furry, the stuffed bear sat on the bench, inside the gate to the zoo, unnoticed. Resting against the bench leg was a pink backpack. No one looked at the bear or the backpack. They were too interested in the animals to notice some items set aside.

Furry looked at feet tramping back and forth all day. No one talked to Furry all day. Soon, the sun went down. Furry lay all night on the bench listening to the sounds of the zoo animals. He wasn’t afraid, because he was only a stuffed bear. He waited patiently, for Caroline or Mommy to come and pick him up. But no one came.

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Changes by Kimberley Cooper

Prompt: Going Home Word count: 500 Genre: Contemporary Fiction

They say you should never go back. That nostalgia clouds the memory, and disappointment is sure to follow.

But what do ‘they’ know. And who are ‘they’ anyway?

The bus pulls away from the stop, and I slip my arms through the straps of my backpack, hoist it onto my shoulders, and wince. Yeah, there’s a sore patch where the fabric’s been rubbing my bare skin. I can hear Mom’s words now. “Put a jacket on, you’ll catch your death in this weather.” And “Don’t wear those shoes without socks, you’ll get blisters.”

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After Rumspringa by Eric T. Riley

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

Jonah Fisher and Katie Sharick stood hand in hand at the gate cutting their community off from the surrounding town of Ethridge. Their suitcases sat at their feet on the dusty road. The sprawling farmlands, dotted with cows and tourist shops, was a welcome relief from Nashville’s bright lights and frantic pace.

Jonah breathed in the scents of hay and cow manure. The late-summer sunshine warmed the bones that had spent several months in an air-conditioned apartment with several of their friends. Everything was right, again, until Katie broke away and leaned against the gate post.

“I’m not ready to go back,” Katie said. “Couldn’t we have stayed in Nashville a little longer? Maybe even a year?”

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I Remember by Moira le Roux

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

He left early that Friday afternoon; even so the traffic was heavy. The ten-minute drive inland, in the pouring rain, dragged on for a slow, smoky hour. He arrived at the roadside motel where he had been sleeping for the three months since he had left her. It was all he could afford as his money went to her and their young son. He was cold, wet, and hungry; the day after the longest night of the year.

He unlocked the door. The room was unfriendly. Not yet trusting this stranger who rented by the month, after the thousand sordid women who rented by the hour. He sat on the hard bed. His icy soul had a big chasm in it, perhaps from his many thoughts while driving. This worried him. He was used to the cold. Better that than the heat of rage that had burnt through him before he left. But It was all her fault, wasn’t it? Those fights, the arguing and shouting. A man can only take so much before he says goodbye. He didn’t know what caused the cracks. Maybe it was from trying to remember what the fighting was about. He knew he had felt neglected. She was much younger than him, and she had his young son who needed her time. The cracks widened as softly the ice melted.

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A Peaceful Rest by Rachel Dye

     Prompt:  Going Home | Word Count:  500 (exactly) | Genre:  General Fiction

       Martha stretched as she woke and reveled in the peace of her body. She felt amazing; what a strange feeling. The sun draped her face, as she sighed.

       “Good morning, beautiful.”

       Martha’s eyes widened. “Hank,” the name tumbled from her lips as she stared at  her husband. He was dressed in the Army uniform he’d worn the day he’d shipped out.

       “Surprised to see me, love?” he tapped her nose playfully.

       She tried to remain calm. “Since you’ve been dead more than fifty years, a little.”
Hank smiled. “I’m dead too.” The words felt scary…and right.

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A Canoe for Two by Vic Ribeiro

The oar cut into the calm river. The three-seater canoe sliced through the water. The two Hawthorne brothers sat opposite each other. David scanned the riverbank and treeline while he rowed. A scowl distorted his face. Stephan stared coldly at him.

“I told you we shouldn’t have come,” David said.

Stephan did not reply.

“I wanted to stay home with Ma, to study and read my books, but nooo, you had to drag my ass along for the ‘fun hunt’,” David slammed the flat side of the oar on the water. “Well, what now huh? How did you like the ‘fun hunt?”

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One Last Visit Home by Daniel Casey

Prompt : Going Home  | Word count : 500 |  Genre : Sci-Fi / Space Opera

Kelton stepped closer to the granite monument, his armoured gauntlet reaching towards the etched letters growing moss in the wet highland spring. It had been years since he returned home. There was nothing left here for him. Only a grave that didn’t contain his body beside the one that did hold his heart, a secret that was his alone to keep.

Unseen tears fell as he acknowledged all the Tessera had robbed of him. The years of being alone had taken their toll; at moments like this he wished the aliens would take his life soon as well.

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Going Home by Kathy Gates

Prompt: Going home I Word count: 500 I Genre: Women’s fiction

Dear Laura,

When you read this I will be on a plane, on my way to Manila. Yes, I’m going home. I wish we could have said goodbye face to face but I know you understand. Your support meant everything, more than I’ll ever be able to say. When Eric agreed to counselling, I thought there was hope. But I began to see him through your eyes and knew he would never change. When he broke his promise to let Manny come and live with me, I understood your words — he sees a wife as a possession, not a life-partner. My poor son, without his mother for too long. If he cannot come to me, then I will go to him. I am so excited, I’m going home!

I know in my heart you and I will meet again.

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Going Home by Zane Baisley

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

The cold wind bites at my face like some wild animal, my cheeks are red and cracked. I can barely put these words down on paper; my hands are shaking so badly. The shakes, not only from the frigid weather, fear is my constant companion here. I would have thought I would be immune by now but the dread is always there, like a heavy stone in the pit of my stomach. A mortar shell whistled into the machine gun bunker not even an hour ago. I can still smell the blood and taste sand, Charlie will be going home today instead of next week like the rest of us. No happy reunion with his family though.

I don’t understand this war thing, maybe I am just a little older and wiser now, but the glory I sought is nowhere to be found. War is just death, misery and sadness.

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