Word Of The Day Challenge-Discrimination

A Day In The Life of John

One day, John was walking to school when he saw a group of kids huddled together. As he got closer, he heard them laughing and pointing at a boy who was sitting on the ground. John couldn’t see the boy’s face, but he could tell that he was crying.

As John walked by, he felt a sudden surge of anger. He wanted to confront the kids and tell them to stop being so mean, but he was afraid of what they might do to him. Instead, he just looked away and kept walking.

Later that day, John found out that the boy they were bullying was new to the school. His name was Ahmed, and he was from a different country. John felt terrible that he hadn’t done anything to stop the bullying, and he made up his mind to be Ahmed’s friend.

Since then, John and Ahmed have been inseparable. Ahmed has faced a lot of discrimination since coming to the school, but John has been there to support him every step of the way.

One day, John and Ahmed were walking home from school together when they saw the group of kids who had bullied Ahmed before. The kids were throwing stones at a dog. Ahmed wanted to confront the kids and tell them to stop being so mean, but he was afraid of what they might do to him. Instead, he just looked away and kept walking.

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The Daily Spur Photo Prompt

The Silhouette Stalker

It was a dark, moonless night. The only light came from the occasional street lamp. Silhouette walked through the city, her feet making no sound on the pavement. She was wearing a long, black coat and a black hat, pulled down low over her face. She had the appearance of a woman who didn’t want to be seen.

She walked purposefully, her destination unknown. She seemed to be heading towards the center of the city. She never hesitated, never looked back. It was as if she knew exactly where she was going.

As she turned a corner, she saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was a man, wearing a long, black trench coat. He was smoking a cigarette, and he eyed her suspiciously as she approached.

“You’re out late,” he said gruffly.

“So are you,” she replied.

He took a step towards her, and she tensed. But then he brushed past her, his cigarette ashes flicking onto her coat. She continued on her way, her heart pounding in her chest.

She was getting close to her destination now. She could see the lights of the city square up ahead. Once she arrived at her destination, she stood in the shadows, observing the building before her. It was a large, imposing structure, made all the more so by the darkness. She seemed to be waiting for something. Or someone. After a few moments, she moved out of the shadows and walked towards the entrance. She paused for a moment, as if debating whether or not to go inside. Then, she squared her shoulders and entered.

Once inside, she was immediately attacked by a horde of zombies. She fought them off as best she could, but there were too many of them. She was soon overwhelmed and eaten alive.

The Daily Spur-Chair

The Chair Watches

The chair was always there, watching. never making a sound, never moving. Just watching.

It was a creepy chair, made of dark wood with a high back and thick, claw-like legs. The seat was cushioned with a ratty old cushion that had seen better days. The chair seemed to stare at whoever was in the room, as if it was waiting for something to happen.

One day, the chair finally moved. It slowly rocked back and forth, creaking softly. The person in the room didn’t notice at first, but then they realized that the chair was moving on its own.

The chair continued to move, faster and faster, until it was rocking violently. The person in the room was terrified, and they scrambled to get away from the chair. But it was too late. The chair reached out with its claw-like legs and pulled the person into the seat. The last thing the person saw was the chair’s sinister smile before they were engulfed by the darkness.

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Albert’s Adventure in Jazzland

Albert sat at his saxophone, fingers poised above the keys. He was lost in thought, thinking about the upcoming jazz competition. He knew he had to win, not just for himself, but for his old mentor, Mr. Jacobs.

Suddenly, Albert was snapped out of his reverie by the sound of someone applause. He looked up to see his father, beaming with pride.

“That was amazing, son! I can’t believe how much you’ve improved.”

Albert smiled shyly, but he was secretly pleased with his father’s compliments. He knew he had worked hard to get where he was, and it had all paid off.

Now, it was time to win the competition.

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