Curing the Curse by Riham Gharib

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Drama

He thought that the drive around the empty streets was exactly what he needed. One last time.

The humidity didn’t help much though. He started the AC, but smoke started coming from the grids where clean air should be. Moments later the car stopped completely. Right beside the Capital School of Architecture; right where he shouldn’t be.

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Cut the Strings by Irina Maks

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Drama

“What the fuck just happened? Why isn’t he answering me? Fucking piece of shit, I know this would happen, I just knew it! Fucking liar. I hate this thing, why did I let myself go through this mess again? I knew, deep down I just knew it will end up this badly, he was so unsure when we talked about the future, and every little thing we did to make a step forward. He was always in a thinking process, like a retard, fucking hell, the shit left me, I cannot believe it Karen, the shit just left me.” – Stacy is going mad. She is talking with her friend on the phone, and walking all over the place. She can’t stay still, she is messy, her hair is everywhere and she looks as she had been crying for a while.

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Cut the strings by Vic Ribeiro

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word Count: 1000 | Genre: Drama

Warning: Might upset sensitive readers.

I stepped out of the car and glanced at the gathering clouds. It was supposed to be a bright sunny day, filled with joy. The vice squeezed down on my heart. I felt numb, yet there was a hole in the fabric of my being. I put my right hand on my chest and detected a faint rhythmic thump. Darkness threatened to erase my vision and my eyes were burning.

Shape up, Dan, I softly ordered myself. You can trip out later, just get through this.

My feet moved to the sidewalk, on auto pilot. I blinked away the tears and looked for the entrance. The sounds of children laughing bombarded my senses. It felt like a physical assault and I wanted to reel away from it, but clenched my jaw and willed myself to put a hand on the gate.

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The tower, the voices, and the red balloon by Tricia Everaert

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Fiction

The room was round. The cool stone wall at her back was curved so the room must be round. She knew if she opened her eyes she would see one large window and an open vista beyond. She knew the deep window seat carved into the thick wall would be worn smooth from time and much use. The room would be softly lit as if from a gentle fire or a dozen candles, but she would never find the actual source of light or warmth. It was always this: emptiness and silence in a high stone tower.

She knew her name was Nicole. She knew when she opened her eyes she would be drawn to the window and when she looked down she would see trees and a garden and a maze. She would hear voices, and they would lure her out of the room, and she would find herself in the garden or under the trees. She never saw a door or stairs or knew how she got out of the room in the tower.

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Grace by Cheryl Rush Cowperthwait

Prompt: Cut The Strings | Word Count: 1000 | Genre:

“We should go get her…”

“No. Not just yet. She may… She may still adapt.”

It was a beautiful autumn late morning where the chill was gently pushed aside with the warmth of the sunshine slanting through the trees. A slight breeze stirred the leaves, coaxing them to join the dance. Grace inhaled the fresh air as she tossed her scarf over her shoulder. A monarch butterfly dodged past, her eyes smiled and followed its bobbing journey across the road.

A green pickup truck whizzed close by and made gruesome contact with the butterfly. In that second, Grace crumpled to the ground. Her scarf caught in the breeze, tossed to the gutter like broken wings.

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Break Out by J.S. Veter

Prompt: Cut the Strings | Word count: 1000 words exactly | Genre: Science Fiction

The spider hadn’t eaten for three days. She hung at the centre of her web. Waiting. Cameron practised being like the spider. Not easy.

Not easy with that tank looming beside him. Hardly custom built (this wasn’t Hollywood, Coffrey had joked), it was an old hyperbaric chamber from the 60s. Robust enough, Coffrey promised, to contain what was going to happen to Cameron. The hatch at one end hung open, a threat of a sort. The collar Cameron wore had been tightened yesterday.

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Friday 11:22:63 by Mark Patterson

Prompt: Cut the Strings | Word count: 1000 Words | Genre: Sci-Fi/Fantasy

He was the first one there. Well not actually there were others there but in terms of what happens next, he was the first of the three of them. His name was Clive but he preferred to be called Jack which is something that goes back to his childhood.

It was a very odd space that he was in. Quite unlike anything that he had ever experienced before. The air was very still and it looked like he was in an enormous tented structure similar to a circus tent that was a glistening white without relief of any kind. White floors, white walls, white ceilings and no evidence that they joined. It could have almost been a white, opaque bubble. He could see other forms standing around some tall some very short like a pet and you could sense they were talking but you did not hear anything. Not even a murmur let alone the cacophony of sound as you would normally have with an audience inside a circus tent waiting for the entry of the performers.

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Freedom by Moira le Roux

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word count:  1000 words | Genre: Memoir

Years ago, when I was twenty-four years old, there were still building societies in South Africa. I had worked for The Perm Building Society for five years, and I was bored beyond belief. I had always received an ‘A’ for accountancy at school, so although I hated it, my parents pushed me into banks and building societies from when I left school. I hated every moment of it. I was promoted to the hardest job, but it was still so boring I felt like chewing my arms off to escape. I resigned often, but was always talked out of it by management, as I didn’t really know what else to do. I had to earn money for my cigarettes and the vast quantities of alcohol I consumed after hours.

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Marion by JM Barrie

Prompt: Cut the Strings | Word Count: 1000 | Genre: Alternative Romance?

Christian couldn’t tear his gaze from Marion’s utter perfection. She pirouetted centre stage, the glow of a single spotlight reflected from the sequins on her dress, which shot beams of light across the theatre. She hit her final position as the music stopped, perfectly. The house lights burst into life as Marion took her obligatory bows to rapturous applause. Christian smiled. Another consummate performance.

‘So what did you think of tonight’s show?’ Marion asked.

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Silver Waters by Rachel Grise

Prompt: Cut the Strings I Word Count: exactly 1000 I Genre: General Fic

Warning: a tiny bit of foul language

Betty sat at the dressing table, guitar positioned on her lap like a shield, and stared into the mirror at the two men behind her.

Despite the great show, Rodney and Cord were glaring at each other like a couple alley cats. When the rest of the band; Steve, Bobby, and Fred, entered the room, the yelling began.

“I thought we agreed–” Cord started, but Rodney cut him off, “No one agreed to anything, Cord. You commanded and we didn’t listen!”

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