A bank robber takes off his ski mask and hails a cab, stowing his pistol in his back pocket. Suddenly, lights begin to flash around him. “Welcome to the Cash Cab!…”
I stepped out of the lights and music of the Cash Cab, four hundred dollars richer. The frigid rain spat down at me, and the wind tried to throw my hair into my face. Shame and self-loathing were furrowing my brow and tying a knot in my stomach. I felt like I was going to be physically sick. I had never been so ashamed of myself.
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Where am I, and who are you?
I write some stuff. I like to frequent /r/WritingPrompts on Reddit. It’s a very civil place, based around a simple concept. Post a setting, premise, a picture, anything that might inspire a story. Any reply to these posts must be a poem or story.
One example from the top 10 posts from that site is this: The year is 2040, and you are the last smoker alive. The “Quit Smoking” ads get personal.
I’m opening and maintaining this blog to archive the stories I post there. You don’t have to share links, though I’d be gratified if you would. You don’t have to give feedback, though again, I’d be gratified if you would. I may not always like hearing constructive criticism, but I always process it, and sometimes, even if it takes a day or two, I change my mind, too.
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