Category: Stories
Thinking out loud
Avery Rackell, deceased, was in a high ranking management position, within the corporatocracy of MOW. He married a co-worker, Tayla Sarez, and had two children, Brianna and Asuka, both daughters, with her. When the children were 5 and 1 Tayla's parent's… more »
Sammy goes to the Zoo
This is a short short story, inspired by the keyword 'camel'.
Sammy stopped and gripped the bars of the animal enclosure.
"Wow Dad! What's that?"
Sam's dad sighed and looked at the sign on the pen.
"A camel. Oh Gloria!" he said tiredly, atten… more »
Prompt: 'The room was furnished in white, except...'
I loved my Aunt Polly dearly. She was always so eccentric living out in the country, her little cottage always festooned inside and out with bright colours. I loved that she always had the most interesting sweets and jams, the oddest collection of nick-n… more »
Prompt: 'I was unprepared for his embrace'
We stood like two strangers on the rain platform. Which, I suppose we were. Never mind that I was his daughter. Never mind that he was my father. We didn't know each other, and we hadn't, not for a long time. Not since Mama passed. I looked at him, his g… more »
Descriptive Piece Three
She awoke suddenly, taken from the dream-state as though a rope had pulled her physically away. She automatically breathed in the cold morning air, a great stuttering breath, but instantly hacked it back up again, the cough sending tremors through her wh… more »
A Tender Moment
Two real moments merged to the fictitious
They walked, the lake to one side, in the gathering twilight. The sky was a beautiful riot of purples, blues, reds and oranges as the sun sunk into the water at their left.
“Duck!” he said, needlessly pointin… more »
Prompt: Cheese
[NB: In honour of my lover, who suggested the prompt]
Andy stood in the kitchen, pondering. The sun shone down through the small window creating a super heated square of light on the work top in front of him. To anyone observing, the scene would look… more »
Descriptive Piece Two
It's quiet today. And cold. The mist seems to wrap around everything and dampen the sound it makes. Trees stand as dark sentinels to the park. I imagine, as I walk through them, that during the night they've been talking, strategizing like military gener… more »
Promt: Describe how you get your ideas
In that ethereal space that is known as the realm of inspiration and Ideas, the gate opens and the gate keeper dispatches another good idea to some unsuspecting writer, poet, film maker, or journalist. In this case the idea is coming to me, wired directl… more »
Prompt: 'That noise!'
Behind her the noise escalated into a thunderous roar. Jessy looked to her left to see Phillip running beside her. To her right was chandler, also running. Jessy glanced behind them, at the rushing water, getting ever closer and ever louder. Her mind was… more »
Descriptive Piece One
After the noise of the street, the silence of the church was deafening, Richard thought. As he stood on the threshold, he considered briefly the chill and that vacuous silence, and how it lent sincerity and sanctity. Richard took a step off the prickly m… more »
Ask the Audience
I'm really bored. I would like to do some writing, but what on? is the question I can seem to answer. So I'd love for y'all to leave me a comment with an idea for something I could write on. I don't really have any specialized subjects, and I don't even… more »
Ideas
Charachter one: Nurotic, ill-tempered, has an aversion to having her wrists touched
character two: average hight, plump. Good natured, slightly over freindly, camp [but not gay]
Secret soc.: maxibound
Something to do with 'sliver mountains'
other… more »
Some thoughts about the new comic venture
So, here we have our intreped band of adventurues... Well, maybe 'intreped' is the wrong word. thinking about it, so is 'advenutres'. Humm. Okay, so we have a band of what? Con-artists, bounty hunters, gamblers and freak shows. That's not quite as impres… more »
The Frustrated Writer
You know, sometimes I think there ought to be a 'Writers Anonymous'. Like the one for drunks, but for writers. I bet you're wondering why I'm going on about this, well, Hi! My name is Alexis and I'm having a problem writing. Ah, I can see it now;
"And w… more »
Tableaux
She's been sitting on that bar stool for over half an hour, nursing the same drink too. Well, I've not seen her order another in all the time I've been watching. She really is a sight, you know. A vision in black, save for a scarlet ribbon 'round her nec… more »
Broken Fay
Elisa glanced at the sky and tried to snuggle back into the alcove she had found in a Beech. Unfortunately it wasn't a very big alcove and her wings kept getting in the way. She pulled one over her shoulder, trying to arrange herself, but was caught loo… more »
Untitled 5
"Hey Sal, it's eleven o'clock. You going home or what?" the landlord yelled from where he was washing down the bar. Sally looked with disgust at the rain.
"Have you seen it out there?" she called back over her shoulder. "It's pissing it down!" The land… more »
The Genre-ation Game [pt1]
To Andy, as always, thanks for the Tea.
Acknowledgements:
My thanks to all my friends who've taken such an interest in this work, and who's eyes don't totally glaze over when I start talking about it and for egging me on.
Thanks also to 'deamburnt'… more »
The Genre-ation Game [pt2]
Presently she was woken from her revive buy a soft touch on her shoulder. She turned to see Jeremiah smiling at her.
"Breakfast is served Ma'am," he said bowing in mock imitation of Jeffreys. She giggled compulsively at the sight of him.
"Very good Jee… more »
The Genre-ation Game [pt3]
Meanwhile, back with the sheep. Jeremiah sat, bleating sadly at the swiftly vanishing ship. He couldn't believe what he'd done. He'd driven her away. Him. Not the Author. She hadn't intended to tell Tayna about the whole thing until they were well on the… more »
My Spacefemily
If you didn't know it was here, you'd miss it: there are few clues on the outside of this house as to what lies beyond the threshold. I open the gate and walk up the path, pausing to sniff the purple roses. Maybe you would notice the delicate shade of bl… more »
Story, ARGGGH!!!
Music: none
Ok, so nobody actually visits this thing, so I'm gonna let off a little steam.
Stupid fuckin' Asuka, why does she have to be so difficult, why can't I draw full people, why can't i decide what equipment she has, why is she so hard to de… more »
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