Welcome to 20 Minutes in Fall! This story is a bit different than the others seen, for a few reasons. The reasons can be described as follows.

31 short stories.

20 minutes.

One month.

The end result was this collection.

It was inspired by a challenge on The Artist's Zone message board, and it was created by the administrator there. For this challenge, writers had to time themselves and do 20 minutes of writing a day, for each day in October. It could be any type of writing, but all word counts had to be logged, and all scenes explained. Writers also do more writing if they wanted, but only the first 20 minutes could be recorded in the challenge.

With these rules, I decided to take the challenge. However, I write a lot, and some of my writing can be hard to track (due to heavy amounts of notes and editing).

Therefore, I decided to add an extra challenge to make things a bit more interesting.

Since I don't write original fiction is much as I do fanfiction, I decided that I would do 31 original short stories for the month of October. Each short story would be written within the 20 minute time frame. I have many prompts available to me, and decided each short story would be answering a single prompt.

The prompts, as well as their original writer, are shortly before the accompanying short story. Above that is the date the story was originally written.

The prompts are all over the place, so some may be darker than others. However, since each prompt is different, I will not give a warning for every chapter. Because prompts are located above their short story, those interested can read the prompt before the short story begins and skip a chapter if that prompts does not appeal to them. Also, some prompts are used creatively, with a bit of variation in my answer. I will explain that if a chapter does have a creative taken a prompt.

Other than that, all prompts are the property of their original writers, see the author's notes for details, and enjoy!

October 1, 2018

How'd you get that scar? Most everyone has a scar. Talk about it as if it you were about to get that scar for the first time. Scar free? Then you need to invent one! Or talk about another person's scar as if it was your own.

Kinder, Ryan Andrew. 1,000 Awesome Writing Prompts (pp. 4-6). RAK Press. Kindle Edition.


When I think of scars, I always think of battle.

Heroic knights clashing as they defeat the opposing kingdom, or perhaps a mythical dragon…

Soldiers coming home with scars on both the body and mind…

Or perhaps those with other traumatic experiences, like the pain of a fall that never goes away…

Perhaps that's why I've never thought of my own scars as reminders of my own battle…

But I suppose that could be…

After all, it's a battle against an invisible opponent that will never go away…

Always coming back, always tormenting me, always there…

It's odd, living with the enemy…

But at least, it's manageable…

The faded scar on my back tells the world that.

Of course, it's barely visible now.

After all, I received it almost three decades ago, and time fades just like scars.

But the memory never will.

After all, this was my first strike against the invisible, persistent, foe.

A surgery to slash my nerves, to make it so that I could move easier.

Or something; it has been too long for me to remember the full description.

But I can describe it with two words.



Yet I decided to go through with it anyway.

Or rather, my family did. I was too young to choose at the time.

But it turned out to be a successful strike.

One that left my foe screaming, staggering, wounded and fleeing in retreat.

For a long time I had the upper hand in the battle.

Except many years later, when I didn't.

For suddenly, the foe came back with a vengeance.

Nothing to keep it at bay.

The painful injections, the brightly colored casts, the talented therapists…

None of their attacks could stop it.

Perhaps I had finally begun to lose.

Fitting then, that I should receive another scar.

This one, a lot less faded.

A large pink and red entity that sits on my stomach.

It makes me part of the pirate club, someone once told me.

A scar that has been received twice over.

Once when I graduated high school, and another when I graduated college.

But it means more than that.

Because inside the scars sits a machine.

It's like a child's toy, or a science experiment.

Maybe the black and gray object could even look like a hockey puck.

But it's not any of those.

It repeatedly attacks the enemy, sending more and more troops constantly.

And the enemy can't keep up, numerous reinforcements swarming.

I hardly even notice, as the action takes place inside of me.

The biyearly appointment to switch out the troops is the only time I see the battle going on.

After all, it's hard to see medicine that is pumped inside of me, unless someone draws it out.

Yet I know that the battle is still going on, and will continue to rage for the rest of my life.

My scars are my constant reminders.

Perhaps I am no knight, with no damsels to save and no dragons to slay.

And I know I am no soldier, as they return home with scars and other wounds I can't even begin to imagine.

But I know I am fighting my own eternal battle, against my persistent, powerful foe.

And my scars will be my proof, now and always.

Author's note

-So welcome to the first of the prompts. The scars described here are actually real scars that I have in my body. They are in fact from treatments for a medical condition that I have. Since scars are often associated with battle, I thought of treating my medical condition as a battle, and it formed my response to the prompt.

-The other attacks described are actual treatments for my condition, although as the story describes, many of them were unsuccessful. The two most successful ones both left scars on my body, which gave me more inspiration.