Write a story
White bedsheets flapping in the heavy breeze. Orange shrapnel from withered branches impotently scrape the stiffening linens.
I never saw an owl in my backyard, nor a black cat elbowed and shrieking on my fence.
But I can smell the wet detritus of autumn by the cellar windows and drip, drip, dripping from the gutter.
The doorbell. A banging on the screen door. Shaving cream in the middle of the street. These things, too.
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Blank Prompt
This prompt left blank in honor of Twitter hashtag #fridayflash.Tell your story.
Instructions
- When you click in the writing box, you get a prompt.
- Then you have six minutes to write a story.
- Go!