w r i t e r s . c h a l l e n g e || 101 Prompts

[Unitatoe]

I like it a lot, Unitatoe. Yang seems like a very interesting character, and the letter makes me want to know more about him. I definitely encourage you to write more, after all, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

thanks, and is their a way to not post you chickensmoothie art but save them to your computer? (i may animate this as a story.)

[Banter]

39. Stuck in school

Alejo froze and felt panicked. No, no, no, no, no! Everything had been going perfectly. He had infiltrated the school, won the respect of his “peers”, and even managed to get passing-but-not-too-good-to-be-cool grades. And now... this! The young android tapped into his communicator to request a manual override.
“Yo, Alejo! Whatcha doin' man?” That idiot Elvis came up, loudly smacking on some gum. Would he be punished? No! The system was bias. “Hey, cool statue trick.” Elvis paused and then took a pose. “Hey! I'm the Thunker.”
Alejo wanted nothing more then to hit the large boy, shouting the proper name of the statue as he did so. That, however impossible.
“Ugh. You are so much better at this then I am, dude.” Elvis shifted his position.
“What are you guys doing?” Wilma walked up, her small brown eyes shining with obnoxious good humor.
“Being statues.” Elvis said. “It's a thing.”
“Woah. Trendy.” Wilma grinned. “I think I'll try... Venus Doo Miles.”
“Don't you like... need your arms cut off? Cuz I got a chain saw. You know... for art.”
Alejo continued beeping his superiors, hoping desperately for an answer. Of all the places he could get stuck, why did it have to be school?


41. Vampire and werewolves

Darrin took a deep breath and looked up. “So, what you're saying is that the world is about to be torn to pieces in war over who gets to eat us?”
“Pretty much.” Africa seemed to grin sheepishly. “And judging by what happened, we think you may be the only one who can stop it.”
“They BIT me!” Darrin sprung up, feeling a rush of panic.
“And you're still human! And you're alive to tell about it!” Africa was trying to calm Darrin down, but her frantic hand gestures only increased his agitation. “Do you know what's suppose to happen when a vampires venom mixes with a werewolfs? Insta death.”
Darrin focused on breathing. “And it didn't happen to me because...?”
“Our best guess is you have a natural immunity to both. Which obviously means you're... an elf.”
Darrin nodded carefully as he sat back down, certain he was going to freak out again.
“Obviously.”

44. Canned unicorn meat

Avril grabbed the cans of SPAM, her jaws tight. “They were lying, Pam” She pulled the pile off the counter and dumped it into the cart.
Pam looked up at Avril, her pitifully large eyes shimmering with tears. “Are you sure?” Her voice wavered.
Avril nodded firmly as she continued collecting cans. A passersby stared at her as if she were mental.
“Then... then what IS it made of?”
Avril pushed the cart as her niece dolefully followed. “I... I'm not sure.” She admitted. “But I know it's not unicorn.”
“How?” The little bit of hope had left the mournful voice.
“Because there is no such-” Avril saw Pam's eyes grow even bigger and caught herself.. “Do you need anything else?”
“Some candles.” The weeping child pulled out a list. “And some gravestones. And two black dresses.”
“Two black... Ugh. Alright, alright.” Avril pushed the cart up to the check out, her eyes flashing. Her brothers had better stay out of her sight, or they might have a real funeral to plan for.

45. Stuck in a house with your crush

It's just this once. Just a nice family dinner. Plus one. Plus one...
Elaine exited the bathroom, every inch of her on high alert. She had pushed the limits between taking an acceptable break to “is that girl alright?” And, judging by the smell, dinner was ready. Amazingly enough, she could still think of food. She came out to the table, a ghastly smile crammed onto her face. Hopefully, she could slide in unnoticed.
“Ah, there's princess.” Her dad's fond announcement killed her. Her smile slipped as she grabbed a glass of water. That hid blushes, right?
“Hello, Elaine.” Damian said her name. He said her name to her. Elaine choked.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” Her mom stood up, fully prepared to preform the Heimlich maneuver, Elaine managed to make the “Ok” gesture as her eyes watered.
Damian watched with concern. He was seeing her hack! Aaah! She tried to relax, and after what seemed an eternity, was breathing normally.
“It was... water. Sorry.” She tried to smile again, but it was impossible.
“Ugh, I hate that.” Damian made a comically pained gesture. “Are you good?”
“Good.” Elaine repeated as she felt her jaw go slack. If she grew any dumber, she knew she would start drooling.
“Good.” Damain smiled, his teeth were the perfect color. White, but not so white they looked fake. They were just a touch crooked. So natural. So him. Elaine jolted herself out of her reverie when she realized he was talking to her father.
“---great opportunity. I promise you sir, I would not let it go to waste.”
Her father tried to look professional but couldn't keep his round face straight. “Well, boy, I don't usually pass this prestigious honor out to those without experience.”
“I know sir. But I also know you aren't afraid to take risks on those who show promise.”
Her father seemed to believe he looked like he was having trouble making up his mind. Then he gave the reins over to his grin. “Risk? Nothing of the kind! You are a bright young man, you'll learn fast, and how else can you get experience?”
Damain broke into a wide smile. “Thank you sir. When do I start?”
“Be here at nine sharp tomorrow morning.”
HERE?!? As in... this house? Elaine felt strangely dizzy. She reached over and grabbed her glass again. Don't faint. She pleaded. All you have to do is stay conscious.
One thing was certain. She was in for a long summer.

38. One sentence story

I lost my favorite shoes, found a century old diary, and rapidly fell in love with a man I'd never meet.

[Cali]

I'm going to attempt to be apart of this.c:

12. Angels

"How am I going to back up if I can't see the back?"
"Slow and, carefully, you can do it."
"Hurry up, Sierra!"
"Shut up Paige, I'm a good driver." I snapped at my youngest sister - of four others - as I slowly backed out of our driveway to take my sisters and dad to the park. Being only my second time driving since I got my temps I was a bit nervous but refused to show it. I pulled the large white truck to a complete stop and drove forward about two feet before my dad told me to stop so he could talk. My house was on a road of only three houses, blocked from the real streets by a train track that I had to cross before going anywhere.
"You have to be careful crossing this, it's dangerous. Look both ways, stop far enough back away from the crossings and listen for any trains. It's more dangerous here without gates or even lights, so take lots of caution, Sierra." He went on about the safety to cross these tracks, and with every word, it worried me some more.
I nodded and proceeded with my driving, coming up to the tracks, driving slowly over it.
"Train! Train!" Juliana and Morgan, two of my other sisters yelled.
My head turned quick to see a train heading straight toward us. I was half way over the tracks and in a panic, moving the gears from reverse to drive, drive to park, park to reverse. My dad was yelling at me to either go forward fast or reverse it quick, all four of my sisters yelling at me to move. "I can't!" I cried out, putting the car in park finally before the train ran into the side of the truck, rolling it into the grass. My dad and sisters panicking, my oldest younger sister, Katlyn, calling 911, crying. My sisters got out of the car, though what I knew two were unconscious. My dad and Juliana. They were crying, yelling for us to get out, but for some reason I couldn't move. I tried to, I wanted to help my dad and sister get out, but I couldn't. I heard my dad start to talk and realized he must not had been unconscious, he seemed fine. They all sounded like they were fine, just full of tears. It wasn't long before I heard the sirens coming down the road, right to us. They were in a rush, one of us were hurt but I couldn't see who. I heard someone prying the door off the car where I was, and someone picked me up and ran me to an ambulance where my family was. I smiled, glad to be with them again, but I couldn't hug them or hold them to comfort them like I wanted to. I was completely helpless. They were still crying, Juliana was still gone, but they didn't seem to be worried about her, they were so worried about me. I don't know why, I'm fine! We pulled into the hospital and were rushed to a room. Juliana and I were in the beds, along with Morgan and Paige, but my dad and Katlyn were fine. Everyone was rushing, and I had overheard what happened to Juliana. A broken pelvis. Morgan and Paige needed stitches but that was all. We were so lucky no one died in that crash, we could all be gone right now! I can't believe I did this to my family, I feel so awful. I will do anything for them to forgive me.. We spent a while in there but I was about to leave is what I overheard. My dads phone went off and he answered. He told one of my friends that I was gone, that I was dead. Why would he do that? I'm fine, see! I just can't move. I'll be okay, though, don't worry!

Everything went black. I felt nothing. Saw nothing. Heard nothing. When I could see again, I found myself looking down on my family and friends grieving heavily over me. When I could hear again, I heard their regrets. When I felt again, I felt their pain. I really did die. I am in heaven now - but how? I saw and heard everything up until I was taken away from my family in the hospital. I had heard I broke my neck when the airbag came out. I had heard that if I hadn't passed away from the broke neck I would have been paralyzed from my neck down forever. My heart hurt for my family and friends. My dad couldn't look at anything that reminded him of me without crying. My friends stayed home from school and grieved all day and night. My sisters were in shock, they didn't even believe I was gone. I cried for them, and I cried for me, I couldn't see them for a long long time, no one.. I always told my sister that when I died and it rained, I would come back to visit on a raindrop. I plan to visit them as much as possible, too. I'm always going to be here for them like I always promised them. I just became an angel in heaven instead of an angel on earth.

Thanks to those who read this!
This is a true story, just from my best friends perspective. But she's in heaven now..

[shade.]

1. Paper airplane
I walk onto the train, papers under my arm. I slowly sit down, moving my papers to my lap. I couldn't lose any, they were for work. I would lose my job if I lost one. I press down hard with my right hand on the papers, so they hold to my lap. With my other hand, I hold the steel bar to steady myself. I stare out the window as the window as the train starts to move. Suddenly, I spot a remotely familiar face-one I hadn't seen since I was 21, and now I was 54. "Mom!" I shout. All my papers drop out of my hands and flicker away to the floor. I didn't care about my job, I cared about my mom. My job was a dull routine, my mom was the most important thing to me, ever. I didn't mean what I said that day. The train was moving faster and faster and I ran forward. Through doors and doors, yelling and yelling. I got to the driver. "STOP!" I yelled and grabbed the steering wheel. Eventually some people tried to stop me, but I backed up the train. Backed it up to where I saw my mom. I gathered up most of my papers and sprinted out the train door. I couldn't see her. There! She caught my gaze, sitting in a building with a open window. I narrow my eyes and glance at my bosses important papers. I scribble on them, "It's Dave, look down!" I fold them all into a paper airplanes. One by one, I throw them. They all miss except one. I close my eyes and let out a breath. One paper airplane... My only chance to find my mom again... I breath in and throw it, not to hard and not to soft. It lands on her desk. She frowns, opens it, and slowly looks out the window. I smile and wave slightly. She frowns but she still kinda has a good brow. I gulp as shakes her head and walks away. My paper airplain didn't work.. I almost start crying and I walk towards the train again, dropping all the papers and staring at the ground. Soon, though, I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn around. I see my mom's gnarled face and I feel a warm hug.


Here's number one!

[arzinea]

12. Angels




When I open my eyes and woke up from my deep slumber, I see angels with halos on their heads and their great, magnificent white wings unfurling behind them. Every morning I think, 'Am I the only one who sees these angels?' I walked outside, looking around. Even the ground is fluffy and white. Everything around me glows a gorgeous gold color. I keep thinking, 'How is this possible?!' Little did I know that I, too am an angel. I didn't know that I had those magnificent white wings. I didn't even know that I had a gold halo on top of my head. I spoke out loud, "Where am I? What is this place?" An angel comes down to where I am and replies, answering my question, "You are in heaven, you're an angel. This is the place where living things come to when they die." I gasped and looked behind me, at my back and saw the wings on my back. I gasped in awe and wonder, thinking, 'How is this possible?' The angel then reached into her pouch and held out a mirror for me to look in. I looked in and saw the halo around my head. "Wow." Was all I could say. The angel smiled and put the mirror back in her pocket. She offered her hand to me, "Grab my hand and follow me, I will show you all of heaven." I grabbed onto her hand and she unfurled her wings, flying along with me. After a few tries, I managed to get myself flying without being a weight and dragged along. The sight of heaven is entirely amazing.

[taemin.]

70. So much candy and Nutella

*I have to do this*


I woke up late. It was probably about half 12, and no one was in the house...But me. I stretched lazily, it was the nineteenth day of my long school holiday, sadly. The holidays would end quite soon...So why not try something, well, a bit crazy? I was quite stupid to think that as you will find out...
After putting on my slippers quite lazily I went downstairs, stomach rumbling from the lack of food I had last night. "Calm down guts.Unless you want something else today!" I muttered to myself, before entering the kitchen. I stared out of the window, watching two squirrels in the leaves just before me. They caught my green eyes and ran away, fluffy grey tails following after them. Where's my food hoard? I had thought, and other stupid things alike.
Eventually I realized. I looked through the cupboards, to find nutella and candy! There were candy canes and gummy bears and haribos and a heaven of unhealthiness. I decided to put a very silly plan forward.
Just before it happened, I had already gotten the nutella on a plate with all the candy infused in it. I got a spoon. I ate it. Yum. The love, the sugar, the craziness! Right after having mouthfuls of sugar and spoons of un-seeming doom, I began to get a stomach and headache. A very very bad one...
"Oooh... Who may this child be?" a weird boy said, looking down on me. I stared right at him. His nose was long and pointed and he had very long brown hair. His clothes were made up of...candy? I didn't know how it was possible, but it just was I guess. I stared at him in the eyes and he did too, but the oddling just seemed to look through me rather than at me. It... it creeped me out I guess. "I'm no child!" I started, standing up. Thing is though, I didn't stand up. I couldn't. I felt my own body but it felt trapped, as though my actions wouldn't work. My mouth did though. I was confused, as confused as a girl who had just eaten something and was teleported to a new world. Well, that's what happened, really.
"You're no child? You really look like one!" The boy exclaimed.
"I'm probably taller than you and even older! Now where am I you kidnapper!?" I retorted, before my vision went black...
Black...
bLacKKkkcc...

[Cali]

71. The Meaning Of Life

Walking down the alley way, I keep my head low, my tail dragging. I keep to myself, in thoughts, away from the disastrous world around me. There aren't many stray dogs left around here, but when I do come across one they're usually so unfriendly and rude. Some are even violent towards me. I just don't know why. I've done nothing wrong, my life can't even get much worse; why would I spend my time causing pain to others?
Being alone in this world gets difficult at times. I usually have to talk to myself, or some little animal that passes by to keep myself from going crazy. I used to have an owner to play with, one that treated me well, but something happened to many many people. A virus, this weird, awful disease wiped out so many people. There's not many left, especially around here. Occasionally there will be one or two walking around, but they never stay. There's lots of cats around here. All the wild animals are here, too. They don't seem to like me, though. I've been alone for a while now, teaching myself to hunt, hide, fight, run. My dad used to help me train and practice things like that, but he was taken away from me when I was young. I don't know why, but I don't question it either. Everything doesn't completely make sense to me and I'm not even sure what the meaning of my life is, but I'm going to keep living and trying. I'll figure things out on my own.

[chagrin]

I loved all of these so much but this one was the first that I read from the list and I wanted to try it out. It is a very confusing poem but I hope you can make something of it. Thank you <33


They keep feeding us.
Food. Food. Food.
Are you hungry? Hungry.
Hungry. Hungry?
Are you hungry?
Are we hungry?
are you Hungary?
where is Hungary?
What is it? It is.
What it is. Is it?
it, is, is it? it is.
Chicken, chicken, chicken.
Is it chicken? Does it fly?
Does it have wings? Wings to fly?
Fly with wings?
cape? fly with cape? escape.
What is it? It is.
What it is. Is it? Or is it?
Does it have ears?
What are ears?
Ears to listen?
Ears to eat?
What what what?
Do you hear that?
Did you eat that?
The ear, the ear.
Do you have ears?
Can you hear that?
Does it have ears?
Ears. Ears and eyes.
Eyes, yes, eye, yes, ey, ye yes eyes eyes eyes.
Do you have eyes?
What are you watching? What are you watching?
It is blank, it is blank.
You are absent, absent, absent. sent it?
did you sent it? yahoo or gmail? mail, e-mail.
Blank and absent. Your mind is absent. Your face is blank.
No tongue, tongue what?
What is it. It is that. That is.
What is that?
Can’t you talk. You need to talk.
Talk, talk. Talk and eat.
Don’t eat while you speak.
What is that? Is it what?
That, that. Is it? Isn’t it? What is it?
Can, a can, the can. you can. Canned
Think. think. Please think. Imagine.
just Please. Please. Please. I
it’s a unicorn. Uniform.
do you wear a uniform? why are you a uniform?
Is it corn? Corn? Corn? Corn? Unicorn.
Eat, eat, eat. The meat. No dessert. Meat.
Please. Please. Please.
It’s a unicorn. Uni corn.
Is it corn? Corn? Corn? Corn? Unicorn.
Why do you wear a uniform?

[shade.]

2. Collecting dreams
I draw my hand around the world of earth, it's hologram suspended in front of me. I draw in my power, collect it, and stabilize the hologram so it is real. I look at the tiny earth, and fire my power, the blackness into the tiny Earth. It spreads, covering the surface in what seems like seconds. I cackle, grabbing all of the light and happiness, all of the dreams. I stuff them in a jar, forcing them to be crushed, or if they were strong, not remembered. I would watch all of them, absorb that happiness. I would steal other's joy, other's crushes for my own use. I would fill my own bucket with happiness, because I would take everyone's happiness.

[shade.]

3. Gum-ball machine
"Gumball Machine! Gumball Machine!" The 5-year-old screams. It seems as though at one point or another, the whole of McDonalds has turned to look at her, but now they only smile or scowl. "Taya!" The nanny says, annoyed. "Stop this nonsence right now! I already told you 5 times, we are not getting a Gumball!" The little girl just keeps trying to reach the machine, screaming louder and louder. The nanny purses her lips, throwing "sorry!" to anyone she catches the eye of. Leaning down, the nanny tries to pick up the girl, giving up on the leash. The child kicks out though, screaming. The nanny's arms wrap around the little girl's stomach, tightly and drags her out of the McDonalds. She squirms, but eventually pouts, saying "gumball machine" over and over again. "I WANT GUMBALL MACHINE!" She screams as she is strapped into her seat belt. The nanny simply wants to slap the little girl, but cannot, so she drives home in a rushed fit. As they pull into the garage, she scolds the child, "you are a disappointment." The child takes no notice, though, and continues to murmur Gumball Machine throughout the day, not even stopping when her mother yells at her.