It shimmered in the oven: double the fruit, delicate lattice work across the top, pattern broken once by carefully cut leaves, light glaze over the whole thing. She smiled, satisfied. Continue reading
On Tap? Root Beer
It was a dark and stormy night, and the World War I Flying Ace, long since retired, having worked on his Great American Novel all morning and all afternoon, had finally reached the final page. Continue reading
Mag? Yeah, No
Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
(The prompt was “robotic writer,” the experience all-too-familiar as we send out our work to editors and publishers. Read on…)
Dear [editor],
Please consider my work, [insert story title], for publication in your esteemed [media type], [publication name]. At [number] words, this [genre] story about [catchy character name], a [adjective][character trope], is an excellent fit for your upcoming [special focus] issue. I am an avid reader of [publication name]! Continue reading
Lunch Break Away
Honestly, she could sit here all day and watch the water, the gulls, and the waves wink their private jokes to one another, the sun heating her pale, white shoulders as she leaned over the steel railing that bordered the sharp drop to the river below. Continue reading
Modern Fairytale Love
“This app’s company has no ratings and no history on The GodfathersPro.com page, so are you absolutely sure about this?” Devon looked up from his smartphone screen, where WishApp 1.0 blinked urgently for final confirmation.
Valley of the Trolls 