NEW YEARS EVE
PARTY IN THE STAIRWELL
9P 30 FEB—2.5A 01 MAR
Gate opens at 8.75P
MUSIC! DANCING!
DRINKS/DRUGS!
BODYSWAPS!*
*consensual only
ADMIT:
1 cup bodyfluid OR
Guess the secret at the top of the tower to get in FREE*
*1 guess per soul.
Wrong guess penalty: 2 cups bodyfluid
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"Shouldn't think so," I said. "Who wants their party interrupted by horror beyond imaging?"
Gia grinned at me. I could see the glint in her eye.
"Come on, we've got a party in a stairwell to ruin."
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My gaze shift down, away from the dizzying array of lights to the equally dizzying spiral below.
"Dunno, lost count at 1000 & that was ages ago," I said.
"Haven't been able to see the ground in days," Gia sighed. "Reckon they'll be glad to see us?"
She jabbed her thumb towards the lights. 2/3 #hbp83
“Easy there, sailor!” Rob Roy spoke up. Bailey was in the middle of separating the party in the stairwell.
“And who are you?” Bailey turned to face him.
“Captain Reynolds, but call me Rob Roy.” He put his hand out. “So, you’re the strict Navy Officer that’s been on my men’s asses.” #hbp83
Keith banged the door of his locked apartment. Jen thought someone had knocked on hers.
"Oh, it's just Keith!" She called back into her apartment. "You locked out again?"
"Yes," He sighed. "I'm missing a party."
Jen beckoned Keith to the stairwell, dancing to music from her phone. "Join me?"
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"Party in the stairwell," she said, her voice echoing off the concrete walls. It wasn’t a party—not really. Just four of us, standing alone together at the window. Like the world wasn’t ending on the other side. "Down to the hinges," someone said.
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“Party in the stairwell.”
“Who is the focus tonight?”
“I am. Tell your friends, but get there soon. There’s gonna be a line.”
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I hid my pity party in the stairwell until I heard the E-suite door open above me. I held my breath to silence my sobs.
"Shame she isn't a man. We could have promoted her."
Was that the CEO? My boss answered, "Yeah, but now she'll continue to work for less."
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“Life’s a party in a stairwell” Jess muttered, leaning on the railing
Nathan glanced up “Meaning?”
“People rushing up, falling down pretending it’s a destination”
“And us?”
Her smile flickered “We’re the ones who stop to notice it’s just stairs and sometimes we find others who see it too”
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They kissed and slowly, pressed against the stairs. Clothes still on, not catching charges, but this was college. I mean, you practically tripped over discarded protection on your way to morning classes.
The party in the stairwell was one for two. Uninvited, half-drunk peers looked away.
Sitting in the dark stairwell with only the light from a lone birthday candle, she was about to get up when she heard a familiar voice she hadn't heard since that fateful day.
"May I join you?"
She looked up to see the man she loved on the bottom landing, who had died exactly a year ago.
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Laughter and chatter floated to the top of the stairwell, whispers of wishes and desires from the teenagers far below. Drinks and music had been left behind for the quiet of the roof overlooking the city.
"The view here is beautiful," she said.
A sweet kiss, her answer.
#hbp83 #flashfiction #flashlit #writing #prompt Flash Fiction Story written by Eric Montgomery (mrericmontgomery.com) Art by Ai The stairwell smelled of burnt coffee and bad decisions. Marketing had strung fairy lights around the banisters, while IT set up a karaoke machine powered by questionable wiring. Bob from Accounting, draped in a toga of shredded Q4 reports, raised his stapler like a goblet. “Welcome to Stairway to Heaven!” he declared. HR shuffled nervously by the snack table, eyeing the “punch” suspiciously—rumored to be 90% creamer, 10% vodka. The makeshift zipline (constructed from tie clips and Ethernet cords) swayed ominously as Becky from Sales zipped past, spilling glitter like a deranged fairy. Just as the CFO arrived, prepared to unleash fury, a rendition of *Don’t Stop Believin’* blasted through the stairwell. To everyone’s shock, the CFO grabbed the mic, bellowing, “Just a small-town girl!” in perfect pitch. Applause erupted, and Bob leaned over to whisper, “Guess we’re getting bonuses this year.”
"There's a light noise coming from somewhere in the building," I said calmly, despite the heavy bass music and endless muffled chatter.
"Oh, that's just the party in the stairwell."
"What?"
"We lease the area out for events."
"People actually rent it?"
"Vampire cosplayers love it"
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W/couple of furends, I decided 2hang out in a stairway, as #cats like 2do. My ex bestie meowed “Y not make it a pawty~?” &came up w/this stinky idea that riding an empty box as a sled would b fun… It didn’t end well, &those 2 RATS bailed on me. Purrhaps I should b a lone wolf *licks injuries* #hbp83
party on the stairwell
clearly I wasn't invited
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A party in the stairwell.
They all braced on the rail as the building shuddered and groaned. Another floor collapsed.
"Ah well, there went the research level." Brad finally spoke, brushing the dust off.
"Always ran the budget into the ground," ventured Olivia.
Guffaws from the accountants.
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Party in the stairwell!
Bring your own bottle!
Party in the stairwell!
We're gonna go full throttle!
Party in the stairwell!
The best in town!
Party in the stairwell!
Down fall down!
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The music outside my door yanked me from dreams of simpler times. I stormed outside and saw three college-aged kids smoking in the stairwell. Their demeanors were overly cool, possibly insecure.
A girl turned to me, offering me a joint. I sighed and took it. I might as well enjoy myself.
The party in the stairwell was fine with me, if only it hadn't been a celebration of my demise. #writingcommunity #writingprompt #flashfiction #hbp83
Having a few people over for drinks. Then more and more showed up. Mostly here to watch the game. Spilling to every room. Thank goodness the neighbors moved out. The party has now taken over the stairwell. Oh my goodness! Speakers set up so they can hear the action. Now ..what happens after?
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It had been a terrible start to the conference. Lifts to the fifth floor out of action, and the party herded up the stairwell instead, only to find the hall doors locked!
‘Won't take long,’ the leader shouted down.
‘No, it won't,’ a voice came back, and then the shooting started.
women mimicking
teens & tv queens
fully unfulfilled
coveting tales to tell
perusing juicy vines
fomenting potluck whine
there, taking the stairs
the despicable one with the long hair
c'mon, let's have some fun
O, the witch hunt has begun!
such a spicy tale to tell
our party in the stairwell
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Mika froze when he entered the stairwell and several pairs of eyes turned on him, icy stares daring him to move or say the wrong thing.
"I guess I missed the party." He chuckled nervously and tried to retreat, only for a strong hand to grip his shoulder.
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We pay 2 b alone
2 live in a space
That’s uniquely confining
When there’s always
A party in the stairwell
Where we gather
In transit
Passing
Glancing
Interacting
The stairwell is
Ambulatory & softening
A verbal bazaar
In a world so isolating
Shit, now where did I put my keys?
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On the second day back, our hall was hushed by some naive, new girl-not even studying.
There was only one resolution: turning up music & grabbing a bullhorn.
"Party in the stairwell!"
All four floors made a night of it. Newbies would embrace our back-to-school week traditions soon enough.
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We weren't allowed to have booze in our rooms, but there were no rules against it in the stairwells. My first stairwell party was almost a bust, but by the third one there was barely room to move.
"This was a great idea, Luke!" I could barely hear Joe over the music and chatter.
"Thanks!"
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