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Bundled in yards of heavy cloth and batting, the only signs of life are a red nose and beady eye.
Lamplight softens the tragic scene, but the furnace is out. Continue reading
Get Your Furnace Checked
Fantasy
Garden Party
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (09/15/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
Never invite a bear to your late-summer garden party. It’s just not worth the trouble. Continue reading
Bass Note
Shuffle ‘cross the kitchen, sharp drop to hardwood chair.
Looks like no break, no midnight magic to slake my thirst.
Skin crackles painful, radiates heat.
How long has it been? Continue reading
Existential Crisis::19th Nervous Breakdown
The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your own creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “ABSTRACT”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence stories
The more he tried to explain, the longer and less clear the situation became. Continue reading
Gated Community
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (08/05/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
There was a glitch in my time-story machine. The dumpsters behind the brick wall overflowed with things abandoned and unvalued. Clear that brick wall, I thought, and…
I’d dropped down the wrong rabbit hole. Continue reading
Tectonic Shift
Thunk!
Baba peeked through her shutters, to see Billy’s hind end bouncing its way back to town. That night, sucking on her pipe, she considered the moon overhead. Why did he throw rocks at her cottage? No hello, no jeers, no partner in crime. Was he lonely? Her rocking chair creaked in assent. Continue reading
Right? Right?!
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (07/07/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
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Inspired by subterranean graffiti below the family’s old Victorian, he lived in the basement, coming up only to grab some food for himself, or cook a meal on the rare occasions when his parents were home. His sisters fled to school and beyond, and when his parents became housebound, the girls’ annual visits dwindled and ceased. An uncurious caretaker watched over his father, keeping him fed and bathed and toileted.
And Charles finally, mostly free. Continue reading
