She wrapped the columns of her dreadlocks, silvered brown and black, around her neck casting them over her shoulder like a shall meant to keep out the cold. Her hand a pin locking them in place against her breast. Through the buzz of summer’s heat, over the stillness of a barren desert she hummed […]
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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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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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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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One drip of water is all it takes to drive a man insane, yet here I am, torturing my torturers by keeping my treasured wits. What they don’t know, what they’ll never know, is that past the drip of water is my skull and then my brain. This organ functions quietly as I fold my […]
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Holy rays of the peak afternoon sun blinded me as I left the final step of the train platform. It had been an abominable trip where my private box was shared with another woman who had little respect for the beauty of silence and contemplation and instead preferred to lambaste me with her familial history […]
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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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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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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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Response to Writing Prompt Forty-One: It’s days like this, with snow blanketing roof tops and threads of smoke slipping out of chimneys, that I remember why I left this godforsaken place. “The humans moved into an area they were unprepared for. Our lands. It is suitable for us, not their weak kind. But they bring […]
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