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Time To Write: Autumn

Time to write: writing prompt, autumn

Write a story set in the season of Autumn, or describe the season.

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Short Story Sunday 175: Special (Part Four)

Short Story: "Special" [Part Four] | Flash Fiction

Read Parts One, Two & Three Here!

Thanks to everyone who read and voted on the third part of this short story. You all chose for Meredith to fold the page and put it into her back pocket. Enjoy this final part!

            Meredith didn’t know what to think about this notebook or the new Paige. She thought that if she got rid of the paper, it would get rid of the new Paige. But what if it didn’t? She sighed, folding the page and sliding it into her back pocket. She was already late to her first class, so she figured she might as well go visit her dear old professor.

*

            “Come in, come in,”

Meredith pushed the doors open to his office. Professor Hobbs had the day off today, but he lived at the college. He always made time for his students.

“Good morning, Professor.” Meredith greeted politely. She wanted to get the formalities out of the way.

“Hello, my dear. What brings you in today? No classes?” he asked.

Meredith shook her head. It was easier to pretend she didn’t have any plans that day. She walked across the room over to where Professor Hobbs sat behind his desk. The place was a mess and his desk was covered with papers.

“I had a question for you about…” Meredith swallowed a dry lump, “well, about the notebook.”

The Professor titled his head to one side looking confused. “What did you do…?” he asked ominously.

Meredith snapped her head to look up at him. She narrowed her eyes. “Did you know I was going to mess things up?”

“No, no… I expected you to do great things with this notebook. Still, curiosity gets to the better of us. What did you unleash into the school?” he drummed his fingers together with a wicked grin.

Meredith continued to stare at the one teacher she looked up to the most. Now she was having second thoughts. She held up the notebook. “What were you expecting me to do, exactly?”

Professor Hobbs continued to stare at her, waiting.

She sighed. “I changed Paige. I tried writing a story about me and her and she woke up this morning an entirely different person.”

“Excellent!” Professor Hobbs threw his head back and laughed.

“No!” Meredith snapped. “It’s not excellent at all! We have to get the real Paige back.”

The room went silent as the Professor looked Meredith in the eyes once more. He frowned and then shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I apologize to say that we cannot get the real Paige back. You’ve rewritten her future.”

“I wrote two paragraphs…” Meredith breathed.

The Professor didn’t respond.

“What exactly did you want me to do with this notebook?” she asked. “If it changes things that can’t be changed back… What did you expect me to do?”

Professor Hobbs shifted his gaze away as he stroked his stubbly chin. Then he turned his back on her and began to rummage through a filing cabinet behind his desk. “You will figure it out. The paper is special and you are special. You’ll learn how to use it wisely. All you need to do is get to know it a little better. Start small and then you can create big things within the stained lines of the parchment.”

Parchment? Meredith raised an eyebrow. She was beginning to realize that Professor Hobbs may be a bit off his rocker. She slowly back away towards the door.

“Okay, Professor. I’ll figure it out.”

“Don’t tell anyone about Paige!” he whipped around waving a finger in the air.

“I promise,” she nodded. Then she slipped out the door.

Meredith closed it and was alone in the hallway. She bit her lower lip trying to process everything, but nothing was making sense in her head. She looked down into her tote bag, now empty.

What Professor Hobbs didn’t realize was that she had buried the notebook underneath all the paperwork on his desk while he rambled on and on with his back turned.

She didn’t know why she was the special one to carry that notebook, but it was too heavy a burden to carry. So now, Meredith would never know.

Once again, thanks to everyone who voted on the various parts of this story! I had fun writing it and I hope you had fun reading and participating in it.

Let me know your thoughts on the story in the comments below. For example, what do you think Professor Hobbs was trying to accomplish? I have further ideas for this story and I’m curious of what you all think. Let’s chat in the comments!

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Short Story Sunday 174: Special (Part Three)

Short Story: "Special" [Part Three] | Flash Fiction

Read Parts One & Two Here!

You guys voted for Meredith to wake the stranger, so that’s exactly what she does. Enjoy, and please vote for the next part below!

            Meredith sighed deeply as she prepared herself for what she was about to do. She reached underneath her bed and pulled out a baseball bat. One of her other friends had left it in her room and she just kicked her underneath her bed. It bothered her that they never came back for it, but she was grateful it was in her hands now.

She drew in a breath and held it as she stood as far away from the bed as possible. She stretched out her arm holding the bat and gently poked the lump under the blankets.

Nothing happened.

Harder this time, Meredith jabbed the bat into the person’s backside. They groaned and rolled over in response, causing Meredith to jump on top of her bed as though the floor was suddenly made of lava.

The girl turned over in Paige’s bed. When she blinked her eyes open and saw Meredith, she sat up looking confused.

“Meredith, what are you doing?” she asked.

Meredith’s eyes grew wide. She held onto the bat tighter. “How do you know my name…?”

The girl rolled her eyes. “Don’t be stupid, we’ve been roommates all semester.”

Meredith furrowed her brows. Quietly, she said, “Paige…?”

The girl, apparently Paige, looked at Meredith. “What?”

Meredith sighed, sitting back down on her bed crossing her legs. She blinked her eyes a few times, shaking her head, and even rubbing her cheeks with her hands, but this other girl, who claimed to be Paige, was still there.

What in the world was going on?

“Oh, crap, is that the time?” Paige groaned upon looking at her cell phone. She threw her blankets off her body and hopped out of bed. “Why didn’t you say something? We’re both going to be late!”

Meredith watched Paige grab her clothes and dash into the bathroom.

No, this couldn’t have been Paige. Paige had a mop of thick, curly auburn hair and this person had stick straight blonde hair. Paige snored and this person didn’t. Paige didn’t care how late she was to class and this one did. Who was this person and why were they pretending to be Paige? Was Paige trying to play some sort of trick on Meredith?

After a few moments, “Paige” came out of the bathroom running a brush through her hair. “Aren’t you going to head to class?”

“I usually wait for you.” Meredith said quietly.

Paige chuckled. “How late did you stay up last night? You’re acting so strange.”

“And you’re not?”

Paige cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you weren’t snoring, you changed your hair, and you actually woke up fairly easily. Plus, you’re talking about going to class.” Meredith explained.

Paige put her brush down on her bed and put her hands on her hips. “Okay, the semester is just about over. I would think you’d know me a little by now. I told you that over the summer I got those nasal strip things. I straighten my hair after each shower because the curls were driving me nuts. And, you and I have been a team when it comes being late to class. You usually cover for me, but now…” she glanced at the time on her phone and rolled her eyes. “Now we’re both going to get into trouble.”

Meredith didn’t remember any of this. Paige was a completely different person when she went to bed. How could this be happening?

Paige picked up her school books and sighed. “Well, I guess I’m going to try to explain my tardiness to the professor. You coming?”

Meredith slowly shook her head.

Paige nodded. “I’ll tell the professor you got sick last night.” She winked and suddenly she was out the door.

Meredith immediately reached for the notebook underneath her mattress. That had to be it! Her professor told her it was special, he said to use it wisely. She wrote about Paige, wishing she could change her roommate, and that’s exactly what happened.

How, she wasn’t sure.

Meredith took out the notebook and opened to the first page. She re-read what she wrote and shook her head. She didn’t want this notebook to be changing everything in her life. As cool as this version of Paige seemed, she wanted the old Paige back.

She ripped out the first page, silver sparks popping as the papers tears.

Meredith paused trying to process what had just happened. What did those sparks mean? Were they going to cause a fire or something?

She glanced at her waste basket and then back at the notebook. Then she looked at the page in her hand.

Surely, since it was out of the notebook, Paige was back to normal, right? Or did she have to tear up the page and throw it away to get the old Paige back?

I hope you enjoyed this third part of the story. Please vote below and check back next Sunday to see what happens next!

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Short Story Sunday 173: Special (Part Two)

Short Story: "Special" [Part Two] | Flash Fiction

You voted for Meredith to write a fictional story in her notebook. Thanks to everyone who voted!

If you haven’t already, read Part One of this story here!

            Meredith drummed her fingers on her desk staring at the first two blank pages before her. She looked over her shoulder at her sleeping roommate and wondered whether she should do anything with this notebook or not.

Professor Hobbs seemed adamant that he wanted her to keep it a secret, to keep the notebook hidden in a safe place. Yet, he had told her to “use it wisely.” How she was supposed to use it, Meredith had no idea. It was just a notebook, wasn’t it? How does a notebook have special paper and how are you supposed to be careful with it?

Meredith reached over to a wire cylinder cup on the top right hand corner of her desk and picked out a blue gel-ink pen. It was her favorite pen because it made her handwriting look much better than it was. The point of the pen just glided along the paper so smoothly. Special paper called for a special pen.

She tapped her chin with the backside of the pen. What should she write in the notebook? What would Professor Hobbs want her to write about? It had to be something good.

Was anyone else going to see what she wrote, or was it just going to be herself and maybe Professor Hobbs?

Right before she was about to place the tip of her pen on the paper, her roommate snorted. Meredith rolled her eyes. She and her roommate, Paige, got along very well, but Paige snored a lot. It was often hard for Meredith to get a good night’s sleep because of Paige, especially because she was also a night owl. Meredith was surprised Paige was even asleep at the moment.

Then Meredith chuckled. She knew exactly what to write.

Once upon a time there were two young girls who attended the same boarding school and were roommates together.

She cringed at the opening line, but she shrugged and continued. She could rip the page out later.

Amy majored in English while her roommate Justine majored in science. Amy was an early-bird and Justine was a night owl. Amy didn’t snore, Justine did. Amy often wished for a new roommate.

Meredith took her pen off the page and leaned back in her chair. It was a lousy beginning to a story, if one could even call it that, but at least she could say that she wrote something in the notebook. She had a feeling that Professor Hobbs was going to ask her about it the following day when they got to the class. Meredith could tell him that she really like the paper and started brainstorming for their final assignment in it, even though that wasn’t entirely true.

Professor Hobbs was an English teacher and he was always trying to get his students into creative writing. Most of the students grunted and groaned, but Meredith didn’t really mind it. It was a nice break from all the academic stuff from her other classes.

For their final assignment for the semester, they had to write a short story. Meredith wasn’t planning on writing a short story about Paige’s snoring problem and her own lack of sleep, but at least she was able to tell her teacher that she tried writing in the notebook. The final assignment was the reason he gave it to her, right? Though she didn’t exactly see what was so special about the notebook.

Meredith took her cell phone out of her back pocket and checked the time. It was almost midnight. She gasped and closed her notebook. She was never going to be able to wake up in time for her first class if she stayed up any later.

With the notebook closed, Meredith tucked it under her pillow. She crawled into bed and pulled the covers up under her chin. Meredith closed her eyes and as soon as the clock struck midnight, she drifted off into a deep sleep and Paige’s snoring abruptly stopped.

*

            Meredith awoke the following morning at six to her alarm on her cell phone. She quickly sat up and shut it off. She stretched her arms high up above her head and let out a massive yawn. Meredith blinked the sleep out of her eyes and tossed her legs over the side of her bed.

“Paige, it’s time to get up.” Meredith grunted standing up from her bed. She and Paige had the same class starting at seven on Wednesday mornings. Yet, Meredith was always accountable for waking Paige because she had such a hard time with mornings. So, when Paige didn’t budge, Meredith didn’t think anything of it.

She walked over to Paige’s bed and poked her back. “Come on, Paige.”

Paige rolled over onto her back and Meredith was able to see her face. Except it wasn’t Paige’s face. The girl in Paige’s bed was not Paige. Meredith had no idea who it was. Yet, she looked strangely familiar.

She gasped looking all around the room, but it was a small room. There would be no where for Paige to hide if she was trying to play a prank on Meredith. Besides, how would she get a complete stranger to come in and sleep in her bed?

Meredith looked back at the stranger lying in her roommate’s bed and drew in a deep breath. She wasn’t entirely sure what to do next. She knew Paige was sleeping in her room just a few hours ago.

I hope you enjoyed this second part. Please vote below on what Meredith should do next! Check back next week to read the next part to see what happens.

Let me know what you think in the comments below!

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