Week 8: Mar

11/5/2022

Prompt:
You are in a room with two strangers. One of them starts talking to you.

Word Count:
120-150 words

Submissions:
-Leave your response in the comments section. If you are interested in reading past submissions, you can find the stories there as well.

Expectations:
-Remember that you are writing for the King's Academy community. Please be respectful of that community.
-Respect the word count
-Your work should have a title--this is not part of your word count.
-Include your full name and word count at the end of your submission.
-Have fun with this challenge.

Deadline:
22:00 Tuesday, November 8th

Photo Source:
https://www.healinghealth.com/wp/waiting-room-suffering-begins/

2 Comments

Jawad Alazzeh

11/7/2022 08:39:24 pm

149 words

At the Border

Ali knew his only chance of escape was to remain unrecognized. His blue eyes and fair complexion were a blessing his siblings did not share. So it was that he sat alone at the border. They would let him in, but only if they did not uncover the dirty brown interior impressed on his soul under his pure white face. The room was empty, Ali had arrived when it was still dark outside, though the processing would not begin for several more hours. He was not to speak. His accent would expose him immediately. He kept his head down, glancing up only briefly through thick yellow lashes as two strangers entered. They were likewise pale, their accents Northern. Ali tried to shrink further back into his seat, hunching his shoulders. The motion drew the men’s attention to him. The taller figure looked at him with piercing blue eyes, “Hello.”

Zeid Zumot 149 word count

11/8/2022 09:11:38 am

The Girl In Red
A strange little girl approached me in the waiting room and stumbled onto the chair next to me, wearing a bright green shirt. She asked if she could tell me a story. I inattentively agreed while wondering where she came from. And she said, “Hello, my name is Gloria, and I just got here. My mom said they had to take me to a therapist after what happened. Do you wanna know”. “Sure,” I said. “3 weeks ago, I burned my house in Greenwich with my dad in it because he was mean, and my mom is mad now. But I have this urge to do it again”. And she left wearing a dark red tee-shirt. And I thought about my mom. She grew up in Greenwich, her house was burned down, and her name is Gloria. And suddenly, my mom woke me up wearing the same red shirt.

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