Your story or poem can be as long or as short as you want it to be. All four pieces below have to be used. Go wild. The only thing is, you can’t kill your main character. Post your work in the comments below. Feel free to tag and share. Here are your story lines:Continue reading “It’s story time!”
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Coreopsis 21 a
Sarah was staring out of her window. From there she could see the enclosed garden. The palace walls had created a beautiful centerpiece. There was a fountain in the center pulling everything together. Walking paths cut through the space like a star. There were benches and a couple hammocks scattered about; picnic tables were inContinue reading “Coreopsis 21 a”
SAm do
I rolled my tired body out of bed, dreading the day ahead of me. One shouldn’t dread going to work. Work is such a big part of our lives; it should be something you look forward to. Perhaps that is just my naive way of thinking. I am tired of doing the same thing dayContinue reading “SAm do”
Coreopsis 20
Sarah woke by being gently shuck. James was trying to wake her up. She had fallen asleep in the chair. “Walk with me.” He asked. She looked over to see that Orion had fallen backwards onto the bed. She couldn’t walk away and not cover him up. After she had attended toContinue reading “Coreopsis 20”
You’re Next
It wasn’t my fault “It wasn’t my fault,” Max whispered as he laid down. Sleep faught him for hours. He woke standing in a circle outlined with white light. The room was pitch black dark. Though he didn’t move, his body told him he couldn’t. He was slightly scared. Curious. Worried.Continue reading “You’re Next”
Kentucky Summer
*Author’s note. I had an old satchel under my night stand; covered with 20 plus years of dust. It contained page after page of stories I had started. This is one example. In my forty-six years of walking this earth, I’ve only met one person that claimed not to have a celebrity crush. All IContinue reading “Kentucky Summer”
You’re Next
The mother Max changed out of the wet hurricane clothes. Walking on stage, microphone in hand, he screwed on a smile. “Welcome back folks.” Travis was still lying in his glass box. The mother had been given a chair. Max hung his head. “As a result of yesterday’s heat,Continue reading “You’re Next”
Coreopsis 19 d
Orion took a deep breath. “I honestly don’t remember much. On the ride to the boat she gave me something to drink, she drank herself. I thought nothing of it. Before we got on the boat, I wasn’t able to hold my head up. A porter had to help me to my seat. IContinue reading “Coreopsis 19 d”
The quiet moments
Sorry Michael, I kinda lied. There was a metric floating around in my brain. I was so disgusted with everything. Just feeling blue. Discouraged. That I said, in my head, once I reach one thousand followers, I’m done. Hanging up my pen. I was hovering around 990 at that point. WordPress decided to update theContinue reading “The quiet moments”
You’re Next
Travis “Travis, you’re next.” “F (beep) you man.” The camera caught what Travis was saying and beeped out the offending word. The pendent was still on the hurricane. “I’m not spinning this thing.” The fake audience gasped. Max hung his head, “it’s the law Travis. We all have toContinue reading “You’re Next”
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