Happy Monday! Scroll down to read Never Leave the City, a story based on last week’s prompt about a creepy pickpocket at the South Pole.
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Story Prompt: July 12, 2021
This week, the prompt is the first line of the story. Your challenge is to use the sentence as the first line of your story and then write the rest of the story.
They say all you need to make it in life is a good friend, and a million bucks.
And now, a story based on last week’s prompt:
Conflict: losing a phone
Never Leave the City
Never leave the city, especially at night. That is the main rule in South City, where night rules six months of the year. We sit at the very top of Earth, the icy crown of the world—or on the very bottom on northern hemisphere maps. Inside the bubble of the city there is light and warmth and life. Outside is where the ghosts and spirits live.
But sometimes the ghosts find their way inside.
I am walking home from work, the stars of Mensa shining overhead. I feel a momentary chill in my pocket, but then it’s gone like a zephyr. I look up to see a pale shadow flitting down the side of the road. My phone is gone.
I take off running, knowing it’s a losing battle. Human pickpockets are hard enough to catch but the ghosts from beyond the walls, the lost and lonely creatures that live out in the wasteland—they’ve had too much practice in fleeing.
I reach the wall of the city, right by one of the main gates, just as if the thing is taunting me to follow it outside. Through the frosty triple glass of the wall, I see my phone lying in the snow. The screen flickers on for a second, like the glowing lure of one of those deep-sea angler fish. It is right there, just outside. I have access to the outer doors. I could slip out and grab it and be back before the cold even touches my toes.
“You’re late,” my wife says when I get home. “Why didn’t you call?”
“I lost my phone,” I say. I tell her what happened. That night, I order a new phone.
Because you never leave the city.
Especially at night.
Happy writing and have a wonderful week! Come back next Monday for another story prompt.