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Note

Start your story with a character finding a note that totally surprises them. What does the note say? Keep the story going when the note is read and put down. [Photo Credit: Emma Parizo]
 

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Jun 30
poem 2 comments challenge: Note

It's the Small Things

I was sitting at my kitchen table,
When a note flew through my open door.
I sat my asparagus green cup to the side,
And pulled myself up and forward.
The paper was about the size of my thumb,
And it was perfect.
It wasn't creased,
It had no lines,
And it was folded into fourths.
A robot couldn't even fold it that good.
I ran my pinky down its smooth edge,
And attempted to pick it up.
But my brain was reluctant,
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Jun 29
fiction 1 comment challenge: Note

Feelings

Every now and then, I am able to be in an empty classroom with just myself and reflect on what I do as a human being. Today, though, I saw a folded note on top of a desk and I was debating with myself for picking it up or not. In the end, my concience lost and I opened it and when I did I wish that I didn't. The note said, "Whenever you are here, I feel that I am no longer close to you." Those words are probably the most scary words that I will hear in my life.
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Jun 29
fiction 2 comments challenge: Note

A note with friends

I was surprised to find,
while walking into my kitchen,
a stray ♪ lying on the floor.
It was a small note, a quick note
all by itself,
silent.
Where are you friends?
The note didn't answer, 
though
even so,
I could tell that it was 
a quick note
a small note
a light note
made in haste
not a drawn out
affair.
♪
Why are you silent?
I scratched my head.
I didn't understand,
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Jun 27
non-fiction 1 comment challenge: Note

We Were Just Kids


The note was placed on the blue kitchen counter top, folded in a haphazard way, the edges not lined up. The paper was crinkled, seemingly used, like an afterthought. I gently reached out and took it from its perched place into my palms, hoping it wasn't what I thought it was. 

It was, of course. 
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