Question

Creative Writing 6

Choose one of the eleven prompts from below.
Beneath the eleven prompts, you’ll see a line across the page. Do your writing below that line. Write 150+ words.
To count your words, select just the words that you write below the line. Then go to Tools and Word count.
Turn the assignment in when you finish.
Include the line "They'll never find me here."
Teleportation has just been invented. You've signed up to be the first human trial.
Talk about your unlikely rise in professional football, from the concession stand to the big time on the field.
One day you grow an inch and you are well into adulthood. The next day another inch. Keep this growing going as long as you like for the story.
Include the line "That was how I overcame my phobia."
Include the line "It was only then that I realized I was fighting for the wrong team."
You come across something you wrote when you were 8 years old. It turns out to have been prophetic.
You can't keep your opinions to yourself. You have to tell everyone what you think no matter what. What's life like?
You've found yourself stuck in the storyline of your favorite book.
The world as seen through a cat's eyes.
The world as seen through a dog's eyes.
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Answer 1

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They told me the machine would fold me like a letter and press me through the world — safe, precise, proofed by equations on whiteboards and the uneasy confidence of engineers. They strapped me to the slab, winked at my camera, and counted down like it was a roulette wheel. "See you in ten seconds," the lead physicist said. I smiled because you can't be the first human to vanish without smiling; history likes a grin.

The flash wasn't light so much as the cessation of memory. One heartbeat I was in the lab, the next in a place that smelled of rain and frying oil and something unnameable and ancient beneath my feet. The city around me was a paste of neon signs in alphabets I almost recognized, steam writhing from gutters like ghosts. I checked my wrist; no instruments, no tags, only my own pulse.

A man in a charcoal coat watched me from across the street. He didn't move like a tourist. He moved like someone who had been sent. My first instinct was surrender—applause for the machine's success. My second was to run.

They'll never find me here.

I slipped into an alley, counted my breaths, and realized the miracle had a price: I could be anywhere, anyone's curiosity or nightmare. But for the first time in my life the world felt enormous and mine. If teleportation had promised to connect us, it had also given me a hideaway on the underside of the globe. I folded that thought and folded it again until it fit in my pocket like a secret map. I had volunteered to leap for science; I hadn't expected to learn how to disappear.