This is in response to the 37 word weekend challenge found here. A black inkwell spills on the clean cement Trails of words the bread crumbs mark Splattering across the delicate cracks Deeply soaked in the dark underground Never forgotten A long lost tale so simple and elegant morphology.
This story is in response to the November Speculative Fiction Prompt found here. The sound of an incessant drip continued to echo throughout the underground corridor as I continued forward, backpack strapped to my shoulders and my high heals in hand. I stopped caring long ago that the stiletto snapped in half as I ran … Continue reading The Cooridor
Smoke started billowing out of the front kitchen window as I stopped to smell the remnants now plastered to my hair strands. "Becky, why on earth are you making three cherry pies?" Natasha tied the aged apron around her waste as she stared at me quizzically. "Three pies are better than one?" I gave a … Continue reading Becky’s Pies
My hands were sweaty, the friction beginning to loosen between my palms and the metal bannister that separated me from the tall men perched below. I tried to readjust my body by rotating my legs, but my arm muscles staunchly protested, my hands slipping another inch. I held my breath and tried to concentrate on … Continue reading My Secret Talent
"It's just one of those things, May." "Driving out to the desert with a six pack and some popcorn?" May noted, eye brow raised. "Well that too, but no... having a break-up ritual. It's a must." Spencer fluffed her hair with a comb she's had since the eighties. "Greg n' I were only together five … Continue reading Lipstick and Kerosene #writephoto
“Monika, I told you. I entered the contest last week and I just heard back.” I wrapped the hair band around my ponytail extra tight so we could finish our run through Old Mead’s Park. The wind suddenly seemed more volatile as it produced a low humming moan that whispered through the dying fall leaves. … Continue reading Sarah’s Victorian