Without Sense
The sun is rising and its glow off the milky, sun-baked clouds is nothing short of amazing. As I stand here, I can’t help but marvel at God’s creation; at
Short Stories
I’m Just Not Sure – Finish the Story
“I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.” Injured is really an understatement, I was dead… well, dying. 11 Seconds. Somebody
Short Story – Fly Soup
Lying belly up in the steaming cauldron, Steve already began to feel his legs making their final twitches, those uncontrollable spasms that all life seems to make when its luck
Short Story – Watching
Friday, May 22 Her luscious lips, her wavy hair, the way she squeaked when she fell. Immediately, at that moment, he knew he would do anything she asked him. Anything.
Flash Fiction – When the Crow Calls
When the crow calls each fall night, be sure to listen to his plight. For the crow, sitting high, is watching out for you alright. His eyes they’ll follow and
Morality’s Sake
Now this is the life of Riley the Cat who would lay on his mat and wonder just what he could be, if a mouse went by without blinking an
Monday’s Finish the Story – 5 OCT
Few knew about the castle hidden inside the island, but it was better that way. If the people knew, if they truly knew what was happening beneath the surface of
Monday’s Finish the Story: “She lived in a mango tree.”
Monday’s Finish the Story this week is “She lived in a mango tree.” (100-150 words not counting the starter). Enjoy! She lived in a mango tree. She knew no other
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Writing prompt: The Locket
If only she hadn’t picked up that locket. That dust laden brass locket. Its chain had broken years ago and, soon after, she determined to stop opening it at all.
Farigh
I’m traveling through Europe this week and haven’t had much time to write – so here is an old character I’d like to resurrect. The writing style is a bit