1 Prompt, 2 Stories! {flash fiction with Kate}

“Have you ever dreamt about dying?” Natalie lay back against the cement steps of the staircase and folded her arms over her chest. 

Hello, people!

Last night, Kate and I decided to take one picture prompt and each write flash fiction about it in notebooks, our ideas completely secret from each other. Then we had a blast reading them in GoogleDocs and commenting fun/weird stuff! It was very cool to see how our stories turned out totally polar opposite genres and themes from the same exact same picture!


I adore Kate’s story. Almost entirely set on a bleak cement staircase it starts out innocent enough, two kids skipping out on PE, and then slams you with adrenaline when you suddenly realize things aren’t quite as normal/contemporary as they seem!!!

Honestly, sis, you did an amazing job developing your characters and world super quickly! Caleb is such a sweet, boyish person. Natalie is normal and a little quirky. And their school? Epic. I can hear the sirens and feel the panic of the crowded stairwells. 😉 And love love love the ending message!!!

Thanks so much for doing this with me, Katie! 🙂

gluten-free birthday chocolate and brand new pens are the BEST!

Check out Kate’s blog to read my story, brought to you by a rock-solid coffee I found in the freezer, a 10:30 PM brain, and the idea “what if they are looking at something on the ceiling?” 😀 It is titled “Truly Fantastic”… because I couldn’t think of anything better. lol

Here is the picture prompt and Kate’s amazing, dystopian, deep, intense story!!

image credit to the person who first made this into a pin on Pinterest… we can’t figure out where it originally came from but “thanks!” xD

The Storm Upstairs, by Kate Willis

“Have you ever dreamt about dying?” Natalie lay back against the cement steps of the staircase and folded her arms over her chest. Pipes snaked across the ceiling, painted a dull, matte gray the same color as the walls. The same color as the sliver of sky that showed through the window to the outdoors. The same color as her thoughts.

“Not really,” Caleb said comfortably, a teasing tone coming into his voice. “But if I had, it probably would have begun with Miss Lawson finding us in this stairwell during PE and sometime after that the principal’s office and being expelled and ending up on the street as beggars with weird hats.” He crossed his arms to imitate her and tried to look serious.

“How does skipping PE land you on the streets?” Natalie giggled. The sound felt strange in her ears. She didn’t have much to laugh over anymore.

“I’ve heard that the weirder your hat, the more people stop with handouts,” Caleb mused. He ran his fingers along the smooth texture of the wall.

“Anyway, Miss Lawson is all bark and no bite. I overheard her telling Miss Jewel that she lets us skip PE because we’re only here for our brains.” Natalie yawned.

“Which means more time in the simulators!” Caleb punched the air. “Why are we in the stairwell, again, instead of using the computers?”

“Because this is traditional, you told me so yourself.” Natalie ooched one foot up onto the next step. “Do you ever wonder what it’s like being one of the other kids that go here? Always knowing you’d be safe no matter what happens. Only having to worry about jumping jacks and English papers.”

“It’s probably like when we were younger,” Caleb said, sitting up and dusting the spiderwebs out of his thatch of black-brown hair.

“I guess that makes us adults now.” Natalie followed his example and rested her blonde head on her knees. “Thanks to an A+ grade in science and math, we got a special assignment.”

“Cheer up, Professor Natalie,” he teased. “At least we can’t fail those classes or get simulator access revoked.”

A pounding overhead alerted them to someone coming down the stairs.

“Miss Lawson,” Natalie hissed.

“What was our good excuse going to be?”

“Hey guys, what are you doing down there?” A kid’s voice from several flights up. They craned their necks to look up at him, just to be sure.

“Skipping PE,” Caleb yelled back.

“PE’s canceled.”

Caleb moved to punch the air, but a blaring alarm that echoed through the stairwell cut him off. He pulled out his vibrating phone and showed the screen to Natalie. “It’s starting.”

They both jerked to their feet, and adrenaline surged through Natalie. Caleb didn’t hesitate at all but sprang forward, taking the stairs two at a time. Natalie followed him, and they soon passed the kid on his way down to the basement.

“Be careful,” he called to them. “We’re depending on you.”

The alarm continued, louder this time, echoing deep into Natalie’s stomach. She caught a glimpse of the sky just before the windows sealed over. The gray was turning a pale, sickly green, and she was glad she wouldn’t be able to see out the windows for a long time.

A door to the stairwell opened, and six nurses passed them, intent on the precious, sleeping bundles they carried down the stairs. A trio of gray-haired doctors with files under their arms and stethoscopes draped around their necks nodded solemnly at the two teenagers running up the stairs.

No one followed them, but as they passed each level, a door opened and more people swarmed down the stairs in the opposite direction. Floor four brought them two organized troops of the littlests, and she and Caleb stepped out of the way and pressed themselves against the wall.

A different alarm blared, and Caleb broke into a run, pushing past people and dodging the carts full of spare oxygen tanks. Natalie struggled to keep up, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and she tripped, bruising her knee on the edge of a cement step. Caleb helped her up, keeping a firm hold on her hand and pulling her along with him.

She was shaking, and she knew it. The blare of the alarms. The anxious faces searching hers. The tramping of feet. She just needed to make it to the tower room. Only a few flights left.

Caleb pulled her aside as the science lab team filled the staircase.

“Natalie, you asked me if I’d dreamed about dying, because you have, haven’t you?”

She nodded, looking up at the last flight of stairs to a door marked “Tower”.

“And it started just like this.”

That’s when Natalie knew why they’d been chosen to man the anti-radiation tower. To neutralize the storm of the century from an enclosed glass box. A box that was meant to hold up against pressure and wind, but no one could know for sure. It wasn’t an A+ in science or math or anything that could be measured on a test.

No matter how many people had passed them on the way down, they hadn’t even considered not going up.

Natalie was shaking, it was true. She couldn’t pretend to not be afraid, but whatever happened, she knew where she was going, and that the others would be safe.

The End!

Tell us what you think! ~A

61 thoughts on “1 Prompt, 2 Stories! {flash fiction with Kate}

  1. Ohhhhh, wow! This was awesome!!!! *picks jaw up off floor*

    What a fun idea, and I love the different kinds of stories you both created! I do see one similarity, though–the very sweet camaraderie between the pair on the stairs. 🙂 Just lovely in both stories! <3<3<3

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    1. Aw, thanks, Angie! I’m glad you liked it. 😉

      Oh, yay! Looking at the picture you can kinda just tell that they get along, ya know? I’m glad it came across. 😉 Anna’s characters make me want to drink hot chocolate out of bowls now. 😀

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      1. Ok…..I’m waiting for part two….then part three…..then the rest of the BOOK. This is REALLY good! It deserves to be more than just a short story; I mean, – what happened to make her think about death? What is going to happen? How did Caleb and Natalie meet? What is going on? What kind of tragedy happened to Natalie? This is the type of story I stay awake till midnight finishing up what might happen in my head. Spare me the torture of a late night and early morning and just finish the story. XD Great job Kate!

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  2. Aaaaah!!! Your notebook is so cute, and it looks like you ripped your chocolate wrapper exactly perfectly. I’m in awe of your professional-blogger-ness. 😀

    Also, this was super fun! Thanks for coming up with the idea! ❤

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    1. LOL Thanks, Kate! xD I must just be professional at opening chocolate too… 😛 (haha Those random drawings and story notes in the margins… we don’t talk about those moments of writer’s block… *hides*)

      YAY!! Twas super fun! Thanks for doing it with me. 🙂

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        1. lol The weird smiley face in the upper left corner, yes. But the super detailed vine of flowers and the stuff in the other corner???!!! That’s another story… XD

          YES!! Let’s!!

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  3. Oh my word! That was GREAT!! I fell like I read a random chapter in a book, and now I need to go read from the beginning! This was simply awesome! Great idea by the way.

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  4. EEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH AMAZING!!!!!! 😍😍😍😍❤❤❤💕💕💕❤❤❤💕💕❤❤ Beautiful! I loved it sooooooooo much!!!! Write a whole book!!!!!! 😄😄😁😁❤❤❤❤

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    1. Aw, thanks, Amie! I don’t have plans for this one to be a book, but I have a story I’ll be working on soon that has a similar feel. 😉 Oh, really? I have that book, and I wanna read it soon. 😀

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  5. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
    Kate, where do you come up with this awesomeness? I need a double portion of your inspiration! XD *goes back to algebraic expressions reluctantly*

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  6. I love how different your story and Kate’s are, Anna! Both so interesting, though! I’d particularly like to read more about this one, like WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN O.O
    I’d really love to try this idea with my sister, though!

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