A personal creation for story writers everywhere. Pick an object closest to your right, and write a short story on it, no less than 200 words (hard to curb your imagination, I know.) You can write any type of story, as long as the object features in it and tag someone if you want (link their blog too). Get writing!
Object: Football
Story: Blind
Adrenaline was pumping through me as I ran the length of the
field, the football in my control. The crowd is cheering my name, the name of
my team, and the scorned few are cheering the opposition on. Today is my moment. That moment I lead my
team to its first victory in years by kicking the final goal. I swerve around
my attackers and navigate around the waiting defense. My heartbeat audible in
my ears, I kick, without giving a second glance and it soars into the goal. My
team screams with joy as I’m hoisted onto their shoulders and the audience is
going wild. I’m crying tears of joy and then...
I wake up to darkness. This is not new to me; it is only
something I see every day. No, I’m not part of a football team or a football
fan or anything like it. Or have been. Or will ever be. The absence of light,
of colour, of anything, in my life is not new to me.
I’m the only one with any memory of the world. But I have
been made blind to it.
It's inspired by the Maze Runner trilogy and The Giver.
How many psychiatrists does it take to change a light bulb? (Dad's favourite joke)
One, but it depends on whether the light bulb wants to change.
See you whenever.
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