!!WARNING!! The first one contains creepy interaction or images (horror) and the second one contains an explicit scene of knife stabbing.

Notes: these drafts that you're going read are not from the seminars but from lit-circle prompts. I was out of ideas on what to write for my Creative writing assessment and so I went to this event not just because I want to enjoy it but also I needed some ideas.

So all of these short stories are based on the theme of time.

I might expand some of them and give in depth context in the future because they seem to be REAL interesting to me.

Anyways, enjoy!

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Henry stood and waited like the others. To him, it seemed like a rude behaviour but he couldn't help but observe the only people around as he waited.

An elderly man and what seemed to be his grandson were present, the man seemed to be in his 70s while the boy seemed to be in his teens. Waiting for the elevator to arrive. Once it came and opened the duo walked in.

However, ten minutes passed, and the same elevator opened, and the same duo came out... Differently. The elderly man was now in his 60s or 50s meanwhile the teen was in his 20s or 30s.

Did... did the elevator just shift their ages in ten years? Maybe he should stop diving into conspiracies. 

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"Wake up!" The alarm clock rang.

Jake sat up in his bed with a smile, he climbed out to cleanse himself and feed his stomach, then walked to his office to spend his energy. Later then, went back home to recharge.

"Wake up!" The alarm clock screamed.

Jake sat up in his bed with a smile, he climbed out to cleanse himself and feed his stomach, then walked to his office to spend his energy. Later then, went back home to recharge.

"Wake up!" The alarm clock yelled.

Jake sat up in his bed with a smile, he climbed out to cleanse himself and feed his stomach, then walked to his office—

A large dark figure landed violently on his feet, which caused the ground to quake. The figure slowly stood straight and in front of Jake with a deep growl.

"How many times do I have to call, Jake?" the figure leaned towards Jake, squinting his scarred eyes.

"For once wake up and face the consequences! You're no longer fooling us with this enchantment."

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Fred stood and waited patiently as the coin hung in the air, flipping. As he waited, he thought of everything he could to pass the time.

He gathered all of his other selves and sat at the round table.

"Alright, let's have a random debate, boys!" his main self spoke with a clap. "And the question is: was it rude to break up with my first girlfriend?"

The other selves groaned and ohed.

"Not this again," one of them said.

"Fred #1! We talked about this a million times! And there is an obvious answer! She was a toxic and manipulative bitch!"

"I know, but Fred #10 can't stop asking and you all know he has anxiety disorder and can't stop thinking about it!"

"Well, can you stop taking his suggestions?"

"Fine, okay, Fred #4 you haven't participated before, how about you start?" Fred #1 spun his office chair to Fred #4.

"Uh... I dunno... Maybe... "

All Freds leaned in anticipation.

Fred #4 was about to speak when a voice cried.

"I've got heads!" John cried, victorious.

"What?" The real Fred asked and Fred #4 sighed in relief.

Cause his debate was: was it good to raise the kid she dumped after her birth?