The Empty Hole

Prompt: At school, you discovered a giant hole in the middle of the playground. Write a story about what happened next.

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It was a dark and sickening hole, filler with foul-smelling rotten items that had been carelessly tossed in it. The others had thought it will be filled up soon, but I doubted it, since the hole looked twice as deep with a four-feet wide radius.

Yet, no one cared for it.

Everyday on the playground, I would walk up to it, and gaze inside it. Wondering all the possibilities that was inside the hole. Could it be the hole that was just a hole? Or would it perhaps lead to another world? Maybe China perhaps? As everyday went by, I made a list of all the impossible things that I wanted to be in the other side. I wanted my video games in there, my home, my family. I paused. What else do I need…? 

Maybe a dragon. Yeah, dragons are cool.

So are lions and tigers, the gryffins and ravens. And those half-man-half-horse people. I ran out of room by the time recess ended. I was slightly upset, but thought this was enough. I threw the paper into the hole.

Walking up to my line, Cindy began running her big mouth again.

“I know what’s in that hole! Daddy told me all about it.”

I laughed at her whilst the others stared and listen intently. Cindy heard my laugh and threw me a glare.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your daddy doesn’t know what’s in the hole.”

“Yes he does!”

“No, he doesn’t.”



“Fine! If you think you’re so smart, then why don’t you go into the hole?” I blinked. Go into the hole by myself?  

That’s stupid.

“I don’t wanna.” I replied bitterly. Cindy started walking round with her hands in underneath her tiny arms.

Bwok! Bwok! Just admit that my daddy knows everything more than you, chicken!” She gave me another squawk as the other kids started laughing. 

With my cheeks aflame, I walked up to the hole. But as soon as I walked up to it, my courage disappears into fear. Before, I saw it as the gateway of imagination, but now it’s an empty void that could lead me to my death. I didn’t move and continued to stare, even though the teachers had called for my name.

“Well, what’s wrong, chicken.” Cindy mocked. I got angry again, but my eyes never left the empty void and my anger quickly died down.

That was until I felt her push me.


Hot Air Balloon

Prompt: “Write a story about a ride in a hot air balloon.”

Uncle Johnson was a person

Who managed all air balloon rides.

He had two girls and a simple son

And a world that was open and wide.


He often float up in the sky

Bringing his friends and family, too

Today was my first time to fly

My first time to try something new.


It was orange and blue

And green and white.

A mash of different hues

And the mess of the light.


Uncle Johnson enjoyed this view

As do I, my feelings brew

Not many had seen but few

It’s something old, but also new.


Gazing at the sea of colors

Everything had fade away

Because one simple color honors

The world’s point-blanks ways

No School Day

Prompt: “You wake up to find school is closed due to snow. Describe how you and your family react.”

“Mom, there’s no school today.”

“Oh, dear, then I guess you can stay home. Mom is going to have to call work, too…”

“I know, right? There’s a lot of snow…”

“I hope it clears up though. I really needed to get to work. The project I had due tomorrow was left in my office.”


“Yes, honey?”

“Can I go outside–”

“No. It’s way too cold out there, honey. You’re not stepping into that bundle of frozen water until it’s a bit warmer.”

“But mooooom!”

“No buts!

The Flying Saucer

Prompt: A flying saucer has been sighted over your town. You have never believed in flying saucers, but then you see it for yourself and…what happens next.

 I was walking home from school that day. It was a nice windy September, and overhead were dotted clouds in the soothing blue sky. I was really glad school was over; I never really liked my teachers who often were disappointed in me (they’re more ‘disappointed’ in my attitude to work with others). As I crossed the last bridged toward my home, I heard a small buzzing noise. I glanced at my side, thinking it was a beetle or some sort. I hate bugs. I hate anything remotely buzzing, so when I turned my head to look for that blasted bug that made the buzzing noise, I was shocked.

A flying saucer was looming far in the distance! My eyes tried to narrow to sharpen the image, and no matter how many times I rubbed my eyes, I couldn’t erase the image. That object was real.  

I stood frozen on the bridge, hearing the buzzing noise of the UFO. It can’t be real, y’know? Aliens don’t exits! I mean, I do think that life on other planets is a plausible idea, the universe being big and gigantic after all, but to come to lil’ old Earth is unnatural. Why Earth of all places…? 

Suddenly, the flying saucer flew out of the sky and into the blue void. I watched as it zoomed and buzzed it’s way past the clouds before disappearing completely.  

I realized I didn’t take a picture. 

Eyes of Others

Perspective assignment: A waitress welcomes an elderly regular as he takes his seat at the counter in the diner. The man just got word his wife is dying of cancer. The cook watches through the order window.

The waitress, a young, 19 year-old girl from a small town, lead an elderly regular man to his usual seat; the counter. She had seen him multiple times before, as she had for the past year she worked here, and had wonderful conversations with the old man. He often talked about his wife and his grandchildren. About how proud he was for raising such a happy family. She sometimes felt saddened, since her own mother had died when she was young and her father was rarely home. However, it didn’t deter her from being interested in the stories the man had told.

The man, an old 76 year-old British gentleman, had walked in the café. He hoped for some solace as he heard from his wife that she is dying from cancer. He quietly thanked the waitress, who reminded him of his own daughter, and walked up toward his usual seat at the counter. He paused. He didn’t know what to do with the newfound information from his wife, and he was too tired and too weak to do anything. He had told his family about what had happened, and they, too, were struck with sadness. After he had told them and his wife stuck in a hospital, he figured he’d rest here to find comfort. After all, what better place to find some ease than his favorite café; the place he met the love of his life.

The cook watches from his window. He knew the old man; he has been here as long as he could, yet the man seemed to be here longer than him. The cook was 35 years-old, who worked here his whole life, seeing as his family owned this quaint café. He always dreamed of becoming a chief of a popular restaurant, but being here with his family and this calming life, was more than he could ever ask. The cook did know the man, as a child and up till now. He also knew his wife that would come in everyday with him. But today, she wasn’t here. The cook sensed something wrong and didn’t need to ask to know what happened. Instead, he cooked up a soothing meal and a nice cup of tea. He personally presented the food, giving the old gentleman a small surprise. “I know it’s tough, but hey, we always make it through.”