Elastic by Tegon Maus

Inspired by Writing Prompt One Hundred and Seven: The elastic on his waistband was frayed, adding one more pleasantry to this awful business. I love my job but sometimes… let’s just say… some days are harder than others.   A few years ago, in late October I had a major remodel to a house out […]

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Leapin’ Lethargy by Andrew Call

Inspired by Writing Prompt One Hundred and Thirteen: The window stood open and all I had to do was jump. Pickled between inevitable pain and ambiguous salvation, most people choose to fly. Faith in a foxhole for the avid atheist kind of stuff. In that brief limbo, the desperation to escape one’s burning building overcomes […]

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Flight by Susan Vittitow Mark

Response to Writing Prompt Ninety-Seven: A kayak, a tent, an endless horizon and yet… A kayak, a tent, an endless horizon, and yet the tall towers of the city shimmered before Laura’s eyes where there should have only been the endless waves of the Pacific. Whispering pines were drowned out by honking taxicabs and the […]

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Darrah J. Perez

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Last Bus To The Cemetery Gates by T.K. Geering

  Julianne was waiting in the queue for the last bus at Strangling Road. It was late and would probably be full, but if you were lucky you could strap hang, until the bus terminated by the Cemetery gates.   The locals had renamed the road when a young girl had been held at knifepoint, […]

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Spotlight: Mari L.

Response to Writing Prompt Sixty-Seven: The tape kept rolling , but I had nothing left to say. We set up the camera in silence, there was nothing he could say to change my mind. I sat down on the couch with my two friends/helpers. Tyler, my best friend manning the camera, held up his hand, […]

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Lamb Stew By The Fire by T.K. Geering

Mary gazed out of the window at the snow whilst waiting for George to arrive. This was their second date and she wanted everything to be perfect. She had resolved not to tell anyone about him until she was sure. Mary had already confirmed that he liked lamb stew and hers was second to none. […]

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Glads by Margaret Smith-Braniff

In response to Writing Prompt Forty-Three: We watered our horses in meadows beneath wildflower covered hillsides. Miriam grabbed up Mirry, her five-year old granddaughter, and headed across the graveyard, filled with old stands of cottonwoods and clumps of lilac bushes—a few having been planted in right angles to the plots.   “It’s like a park, Mirry, […]

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Dutch Courage by Kemberlee Shortland

Response to Writing Prompt Forty-Six: He stood beneath the windmill overlooking the bay. Salt air brushed away his beard revealing the scar hidden beneath. It had been three years since the accident.   He felt the briny Pacific breeze ruffling his beard hiding the only physical scar he’d sustained that day. In his mind, every other […]

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The Reoccurring Dream by Sarah Oliverson

Response to Writing Prompt Forty:  I followed him down the white washed stairs of a stucco walled corridor. His hand in mine, I let him lead me away from the tour group. There was nothing normal about taking this gorgeous Mexican man’s hand and pretending to follow him down the rabbit hole so to speak. […]

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