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  • The boy slowly pushes himself forward on the cushions, ’til his knees are able to bend at the edge. His feet still don’t reach the floor. He leans out, stretching as far as he can, fingers barely able to grasp the book. He pulls it toward him a little further, then runs a single finger…

  • Stream of consciousness poetry (of sorts). No one asked her if she wanted this, or if it was okay to hitch a ride on the train of her dreams. She didn’t choose this; did not wander along the aisles of life’s buffet, loading her plate with heavy poisons and rancid fare. But now they’re telling…

  • I have no idea where I was going with this one. Should I pick it back up? See where it takes me? The Waiting Room The room is so quiet, every sound echoes like thunder. It is a torture chamber. I glance at the ancient face looking down at me. The jagged scar splitting the…

  • This short-short story was written just to get myself past a writing block. The Last Snow The guests will start arriving at nine o’clock. The air is chilly, the ground grey. Gabe sits at the front window staring out into the yard. He’s been insisting all day that it’s going to snow tonight. We haven’t…

  • Another flash fiction challenge. Genre was romance or romcom (can’t remember for sure), and we had to mention a stork. As always, there was also a word limit, making it even more challenging. First Comes Love A clerical error wreaks havoc for an unsuspecting young woman.But she finds it may not have been the worst…

  • Flash fiction challenge from a few years ago. The prompts/parameters they gave us were genre and an object or something that had to be included. This one was magical realism (I think), and you had to mention a scooter. There was also, of course, a word limit. Which was a struggle for me! I had…

  • I found this old story I was writing when I was 13 or 14. Figured I’d throw it up here as my first post, because – well, who doesn’t love seeing what they wrote when they were a kid, dreaming of becoming a writer? It’s somehow inspiring. I resisted the urge to edit while I…