During my hiatus from Wattpad I was having a strong writer's block, that is until I decided to use a tool that I bought from Waterstones during my studies in Leeds since maybe January 2020. And boy let me tell you I thanked myself for buying it! Because it was REAL useful! It's called "The Writer's Toolbox" created by Jamie Cat Callan, this wonderful toolbox contains some simple and fun exercises that will definitely, and I mean SURELY will help you create and develop plots for your story, give you inspiration and ideas for your story, and most importantly fights off the writer's block and kicks it out of your head!

So you've got the prompt sentences, cards that lets you practice writing using your five senses, and a game that lets you create your protagonist. And for me I used the prompt sentences for the first time and suddenly, it was like my hand was thinking on its own as I filled the prompt. And here are the sentences that I picked randomly. 

First sentence : On Tuesday, Margaret told me she liked the Oranges with seeds better than the ones I bought. I hated her for that.

Non Sequitur : She started taking up a lot of bad habits.

Last Straw : The tear in her dress. 

Now here's what my hand had written, and let tell you one more thing, the short story you're going to read is actually based on a true story that happened to me, but the characters are completely fictional. So without further ado enjoy the the short story and I hope you like it! 😄

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On Tuesday, Margaret told me she liked the Oranges with seeds better than the ones I bought. I hated her for that. I hated the way she specified every product and goods she bought even though they provided the same taste and needs, she said they had "high quality". That was an excuse, a ridiculous excuse to poke a hole in her pocket and let the money rain heavily from it. That money was destined for rent and bills. 

Not only did she spent money on the "high quality" goods, but she mostly threw her cash at the most expensive accessories that were very simple looking, saying they looked "stunning". That's where I called every human being with the possession of almost everything gorgeous, a spoiled brat in my view. 

She started taking up a lot of bad habits. Such as bribery and lying about her interests when asked about her hobbies and assignments, of which I got a lot more suspicious and worried of who she might really be. But I never admitted any of my thoughts and opinions out loud and around her or at her face, in fear of an upcoming argument or a sharp insult coming from her. 

Clinging to my kindness and politeness I remained silent. You may ask why she acts like the way she is and my relationship to her, so in actuality she's my roommate in Uni. And also my neighbour who came from a good family before we moved to uni. So you already know about Margaret and what she's like now, as for me I'm known to be very polite among the other students on campus and also known to be creative and talented. Yet my appearance varied with my age and personality, I'm in fact a year older than Margaret and I'm more honest and kind unlike her. That's where my face and height differs. 

I'm 153cm tall and I have a face of a 14 year old teenage girl except for a few acne scars living on my face. So being the kindest student on campus I disliked Margaret from the inside from her spoiled mind and awful traits she developed behind her parents' backs. I wanted it to end so I can take a break from her treatment towards me and other people she came across. 

Until Friday afternoon, after I finished with my classes and lectures I headed out to the city centre as the sun was setting and the darkness was slowly looming in. That's where I couldn't help but notice Margaret ahead of me, she was walking towards me when she caught my stare. 

"Finally here you are!" Just as she got closer to me I noticed something new about her, then I realised that she was wearing a short yet bright neon yellow evening gown. It was tight on her waist and stomach and the white hem of her dress reached above her knees. I'm too lazy to describe her dress in detail so basically she wore a neon yellow dress, or gown, or whatever I don't know a bit about dresses even though I'm a girl too. 

Seeing her new garment I thought about the same usual answer to my usual question. Did she spend a hundred on that blinding dress? Yup it appears to be a yes, a boring yes. 

"So dear Jes, how did the seminars go? Did I miss anything?" Did she miss anything? She dismissed the whole damn day of classes and seminars!

"You really haven't realised that you went absent? It's not the same as coming late to classes." I admitted. 

"Well I couldn't attend uni today because I had a very important business to attend to so... I came to you to ask if you could lend any notes you made? You know, so I can catch up." I couldn't help but let my left eye twitch visibly on my face, so her dress was her important 'business'?

How far did she go off the limits? I had enough. "I'm sorry Margaret but I really should get going to return a book to the library before it closes." I told her, finally with confidence that somehow aided me.

"Er you can return the book tomorrow." 

"But it's due today, so sorry. How about you go find the answers yourself?" I turned and strode passed, but her hand grabbed my shoulder suddenly. 

"Did you just insult me?" she tightened her grip, and somehow I didn't flinch at her response with fear, but rather I widened my stare over my shoulder at her with threats. 

Suddenly, I deviated out of my politeness and kindness and told her with a dark tone. "Take your hand off my shoulder." She didn't respond with the change in her eyes nor a word, so I turned around to break her grip on me. Then I reached for her clothes and guess what? I gave her the tear in her dress and she let out a gasp of shock of my commitment. 

"How could you?! That was £400!" She cried as tears began to pour down her eyes. 

"Wow, so you mourn over a simple yet blinding dress that got slightly torn? Why don't you give £400 of yours to a repair shop to fix your spoiled brain? Cause that will be worth it!" I finally let my heart out at her face that was now wet with black tears that made her hideous. 

So I turned my heels and never looked back at her, and she didn't show up in class nor in my life ever again. My dream finally came true and I smiled.

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So how was it? Was it good? I hope you enjoyed my short story that I created using random prompt sentences, don't forget to vote and leave a feedback for your thoughts on this because it makes my day better and it gives inspiration to keep writing. So thank you for reading!