Write a Medium Story in 10 Minutes or Less — Part 4
Speed Run to Medium Success
Part 4 — Speed Run to Medium Success
The Rules
Welcome back to another episode! If you aren’t familiar with this series, each week I give myself a word and then write a story in 10 minutes! Here are the rules:
Pick a random word. You can use https://randomwordgenerator.com/
Think about the word for 3 minutes and say it out loud a few times.
Write continuously for 10 minutes. Don’t stop until the timer runs out!
You can find the other parts in the series below
Write A Medium Story in 10 Minutes or Less — Part 3
Stories Done Quickmedium.com
Write a Medium Story in 10 Minutes or Less — Part 2
Medium Speed Run — 100%medium.com
Write a Medium Story in 10 Minutes or Less
Medium Speed Run — Any Percentmedium.com
Here we go!
Today's word is: ACCENT
— Timer Starts —
Stan had always been a fan of horse racing. In fact, he remembers when his father used to take him to the horse track. They never won anything, but he loved seeing the galloping steeds speed across the dusty path in the warm sun with his father.
Maybe that’s why, all these years later, the now 40-year-old Stan is so in debt, he thought. “If number 12 had just pushed a little harder, none of this would need to happen.” Now out of money and options, he approached the tiny First National Bank door at the corner of 1st and 5th streets in his small, nobody town of Diboll, TX.
Diboll was out in the middle of nowhere, and he often wished his father would have just picked up and died earlier. Maybe he could have left this god-forsaken town. But now wasn’t the time for self-pity or doubt. Now was the time for action.
He walked through the bank’s front door and moved to speak to the bank teller. In such a small town, they didn’t even have security that morning, as the regular cop was out directing traffic at the school.
“Um…hi…um,” he bent down to whisper to the dark-haired man from across the counter. “…I need $50,000…please.” Stan looked at the man he had just politely asked to rob. His name was Yimeneninty. He had black hair and brown eyes, which glazed over as he heard Stan ask for the money.
“Oh!” Yimeneninty alarmingly communicated. “I fjiso outoga bank urhanoi today.” Stan stood in shock. He couldn’t understand the teller’s English through his thick accent. He couldn’t place exactly what language Yimeneninty had just destroyed, but he was sure it wasn’t English.
“What? I need $50,000 right the fuck now, or I’m going to shoot you in the face!” The whisper had become more of a full voice now. He was lying, of course. He didn’t have a gun but needed the teller to believe him.
“I eithtuuth in my eopochithing popy now.” Yimeneninty looked scared and couldn’t find the right words. All of his English classes hadn’t prepared him for being robbed.
Now angry, Stan yelled, “Oh, for christ’s sake, can someone else help me rob this place!” Everyone in the bank panicked and quickly dropped to the floor. Stan thought this was the worst day of his life. The alarm suddenly rang loudly as another teller triggered the alarm. “Fuck!” Stan yelled.
He ran out empty-handed, only to be met by Officer Brady holding donuts and coffee. He had returned from directing the traffic and choosing his breakfast.
“Well, I guess we’re both having a shitty day today,” Brady said with a smirk on his face.
“Wherever you are, Dad,” Stan mumbled while handcuffed, “I hate you.”
— Timer Stopped —
Final Thoughts
This story was difficult and didn’t come naturally for me like the others. I had to really think during the 3-minute brainstorming period, but I made it. Whew!
So, what did you think? Clap and leave a comment if you liked it or if you have a word that you want me to use as a prompt! See you next week!
