[Week 1, Day 3 [I missed Day 2]] I find myself missing the dark green pillow from my grandparents house. The circular one with the scalloped edges, that I would place at a perfect angle on the floor to sit on when I watched cartoons. It had to be just far enough so they wouldn’t … Continue reading Just Close Enough
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Could you describe the ruckus, sir?
[Short story submission, day 1] He wore a green turtleneck as though he were the first one to think of it. The lights adorning the back of the makeshift stage glowed as he gyrated and smacked the mic into the floor, casually (making my friend worry about the sound guy's reaction), as though that one … Continue reading Could you describe the ruckus, sir?
March Writing Project!
Help me build a short-story library! In the first week, I’ll post 5 story starts (each one 500 words). YOU vote for the story you want to see go further by commenting with “tell me more” or something to that effect (and yes, you can vote for more than one story per round). 🙂 … Continue reading March Writing Project!
Only Seconds
by Jean Henegan I’m not the type to believe in happily ever after or even the concept of true love. Possibly because I’ve never been in love myself, but that’s a topic for therapy rather than this collab. But, for one moment several years ago, I dropped my cynicism toward the concept of love and … Continue reading Only Seconds
Excerpt of “Post Punk”
by Gibson Culbreth “Do you put makeup on as soon as you wake up?” Elliott liked to press his pinky into the acne scar under my right cheekbone. He said it was his favorite. “Usually.” I usually scrubbed off my makeup from the day before and reapplied before I slid back into bed with Elliott … Continue reading Excerpt of “Post Punk”
The Moment I Knew
by Ian Watts The moment I knew I loved you? Yeah, I remember it. It wasn’t when we first met; I was just a kid, after all. I wouldn’t even think I knew what love was until my pituitary tried to explain it to me years later with salacious stories and innuendoes. Almost all of … Continue reading The Moment I Knew
She
by Shay Moyal She had straw-colored hair, a prominent nose, and some light adult acne. Her eyes were a greyish blue. Her teeth were nice enough, more or less white and more or less straight. Her name was the kind of name you'd forget at a dinner party. She was an accounting assistant at a … Continue reading She
