This year for my English summative I have to write 10 short stories that are EXACTLY 60 words. (It's called 55+5) So I've written a bunch, but these are the ones that I want to use so far. Five of my stories have to relate to themes from works we've looked at in class, so I've mentioned the theme of the story as well.
Please be VERY critical because I have to hand these in for marks!! Oh, and the title DOESN'T count as part of the 60 words.
Alone At Last
“You need to leave me ALONE!” she yelled.
"Fine!” he said, watching her leave.
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Later, as she quietly read her book, the phone rang, ruining her silence.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Your boyfriend’s dead, he took his life this morning.” a sad voice told her.
She couldn’t breathe; she barely noticed when she dropped the phone.
“Alone at last…” she whispered.
Theme: Betrayal, her boyfriend took his life, leaving her alone which is "technically" what she wanted
Decisions
My perfect world is hanging by a thread. Too many choices to make, there’s so many options. I imagined life as a lawyer, dentist, actress or even a writer. Time was ticking. Left or right? Up or down? What to choose?
Mom says I should be a doctor. Dad says to join real estate, like him.
But I will decide.
Theme: I don't really have a theme for this one, maybe innocence to experience?
True Friends
I’d been impatiently waiting for hours, my fingers tapping against my leg. I waited in the silence, praying that God would save her. We’d been best friends for ten years, I couldn’t lose her.
“Jenny?” the nurses asked.
“Yes, is she okay?” I pleaded.
“Come and see.”
I followed the nurse, but didn’t go far when I heard a bark.
Theme: Faithful Friends
Sorrow
Cancer. Such a commonly known word. Bringing fear, sadness and death.
I never thought I’d have to know these fears. I never thought sorrow could find me this way. Death was too close to my heart.
My mom tried to be brave, but sorrow found her too. She feels the loss as much as I do.
I miss you dad.
Themes: Love, loss, family.
Memories
He sat outside the church, like always. I’ve thought about talking to him, but my mother wouldn’t approve.
As I passed him, he looked at me. His eyes were pale blue and his face mirrored the sadness in them.
Again, I thought about talking to him, but my fear won.
One day, he wasn’t there. He was only a memory.
Theme: Outcast
NEW ONE:
What Freedom Feels Like
I was so nervous; I couldn’t believe I hadn’t fallen yet. I wobbled from side to side, nearly crashing into the pavement. I turned and saw my parents fading in the distance.
This is it, I thought.
I started to pedal faster, moving with the wind. I was flying now, no one could stop me.
Finally, I was flying free.
Theme: Maybe innocence to experience?
