The disco ball was turning.
I was dancing. The disco ball was turning. It was Monica's sweet 16 and I got invited. But unfortunately, I regrette...
The disco ball was turning. Just in case there were any senses left unassailed, it was supported by several lasers an...
The disco ball was turning. Just in case there were any senses left unassailed, it was supported by several lasers an...
Freeform prompt
Friday is supposed to be a day to look forward to - TGIF, right? Sammy had been dreading Friday all week because he ...
“The entire shell is Chronium. That shields the op…” “You mean chrome. Chromium?” “Ahem. Crow NEE Uhm. Chronium. As...
The visitor asked, "Can you write a story without a prompt?" "I don't know," said the writer. "I've never tried." "...
Why didn't you hear me when I called? Or did I not hear you hearing me? Is that possible? I guess anything's possible...
I stand here alone on the grey, stone foundation of a tiny island. Save a few patches of dark green moss clinging to ...
The scene was peaceful, serene and calming. I stood at the base of the light house and pressed my back against the so...
There was blood on my pillow.
"there was blood on my pillow and a noose in my heart" These country singers were getting downright moros, good thou...
There was blood on my pillow. It's 6 a.m. and there is blood on my pillow. I started to try and remember what happene...
Whitechapel 1888. There was blood on my pillow again this morning when I awoke. My landlady has already been asking ...
An intuitive, perceptive girl with an eye for detail · Someone who knows something about her that she doesn't · Find out what he knows, and make sense of it
She turns around, but he has vanished again. She weighs the pros and cons of speaking before opening her mouth. "I ca...
"So you're saying you didn't see Willie Mason leaving the store Friday night?" PI Dot Post eyed the man sitting in he...
I'm fine No really. Really really! I'm not being aggressive. NO, I'm NOT! I am NOT shouting. I'm perfectly Ok...
I held it at arm's length.
I held it at arms length. A scruffy business card in battered Russian. Something like “путешествие во времени” (“pute...
I held it at arm's length. Three feet long from blade to hilt it, the replica Confederate cavalry sword is beautiful....
I held it at arm's length, pressing the butt of the gun into my shoulder. It was heavy and my muscles screamed and bu...
I open my eyes and see a light. The sky is bright and everything seems dull. Thats how he felt. He was diagnosed with...
"I think we need to take the Easter eggs back," Gerald said. Louise looked up from placing an Easter bunny on a table...
OHMYGOSH A BABY CHICK! AHH!! IT'S A PICTURE OF PEOPLE SWIMMING ON AN IPHONE! WHAT DID PEOPLE DO BEFORE THE INTERNET...
I tapped the pencil on the desk, each tap with a rhythmic beat. I was creating a song in my head. A voice snapped out...
Mannequin legs hanging from the wall. Nailed by the heels, they create the effect of being suspended in space. I do...
Whose shoes are these? I think I know The feet are disembodied, though I think that she will be displeased To see her...
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was snowing, freezing her slowly. She continued...
Rain poured down, next to her, the doorway shielding her. She clutched her red gown as she huddled down close to the ...
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was raining, her hair was plastered to her fac...