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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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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Going Home by Zita Fogarty

Prompt: Going Home | Word Count: 500 | Genre: Non-Fiction

In my father’s garden lives a Japanese Maple Tree. It is a marker of time and the seasons, shifting dramatically from voluminous red in the autumn to a naked grey skeleton in the winter, and succulent green leaf buds in the spring. I am reminded of him whenever I see such a tree. An emblem of a life well lived within reach of its branches.

Another resident of his home is a kookaburra that he fed every day. As if on cue, it would swoop onto his back deck from the colony of blue gums that bordered his property, anticipating a morsel of raw mincemeat that Dad would feed him by hand. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it probably wasn’t a good idea to try to tame a native animal, that it may become dependent and aggressive. But this daily ritual brought him so much joy.

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A different way by Riham Gharib

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

“check please”
He tried to keep his tone even as he instructed the waiter to pack his daughter’s lunch. He looked again at the untouched food and then at his little daughter’s defiant face. He didn’t seem to be able or willing to keep his volatile temperament to himself any longer. His wife and two older sons exchanged knowing looks.

“If I’m not mistaken, you did promise to keep this outing cheery, right?” his wife didn’t wait for his answer and added: “It was only an hour ago, so I couldn’t possibly have forgotten what we talked about!”

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The Escort by Beth Stillman Blaha

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

Responsibility was the best excuse for not having to spend time with the other girls. To not be falsely accused of leaving kiss prints in midnight black lipstick on the girl’s bathroom mirror.  To not be huddled in the windswept alley behind the broken fire door pretending to smoke the crushed cigarette getting passed around.

The last girl in the coatroom of the afterschool program slowly shrugging into a dingy pink coat had giant eyes and stringy dark hair. There was no adult waiting for her. I had never seen her before that day when she showed up to the homework table that I helped out with.  

Halloween was over and the days were darkening into a windy and frigid November.

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In Strange Lands by Brittany Meyer

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

Day 1

It was too loud. People were shouting, everyone spoke a strange, clipped language. There was no singing, no whistling, no chants of love or loss or magic. Where were her clansmen? The children running under the eternal moons and stars, laughing as they caught ratterflies in their small hands? Where was her beloved?

She tried to run, but there were strange hands on her, holding her down, pressing strange sharps into her skin. She tried to tell them, but they only looked at her as if she were spewing nonsense.

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Stardust by Cheryl Rush Cowperthwait

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

She had always heard that going home smells of bread baking and chocolate chip cookies. She did not know of such things. She felt certain it must be woven of stardust, night birds and the soft caress of a gentle breeze. That is where her home is!

They say she always reached for the stars. Shimmering twinkles of hope which hung so terribly, infinitely high above her head. This had been her constant and ever faithful companions when the rest of life was so unbearably dark in the midst of a sunny day.

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Flight Simulator by JM Barrie

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

‘Hey mate, how’d you go on that flight simulator experience you won?’

‘Bloody awesome! Had the best time.’

‘So where did you go?’

‘I didn’t get to fly anywhere, it was a take off or landing simulator. I got to choose from a heap of airports to take off from or land at.’

‘Cool! What did you choose?’

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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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