Hello you! This prompt is the product of a spontaneous writing session I recently had where I wrote a story as it came to me in a single sitting. I usually lose interest and I don’t tidy things up very nice here, but depending on if you are interested, I might do some followups. Thanks for taking a look! — I am not a smart man. I am not particularly handsome or wealthy. I come from a...
Prompt: Write a biography of your best friend — Alex is … hm. Alex is sort of that person in your life that keeps you moving. She is the impetus for your greatest aspirations. Tough times can hit hard, but Alex is never disheartened for long. She’ll pick herself up and after that, she’ll help you do the same. She’ll dust you off too if you give her a smile. Her full...
Sincerity is like trying to fall asleep. If you try too hard at it, you will not achieve it.
September 21 This is officer Raleigh, High Deputy of the Riverside Wastelands. Today’s date is September 21. My unit has lost communications with base. The radio towers are down, but we have to complete the mission. I acquired this journal from one of the slobber-jaws we found near the I-15 freeway. The paper was useable, which is a rarity now. I would have felt bad about taking it, but the...
August 31 Agetha is yelling again. Agetha is still yelling. Agetha is still yelling. Agetha is yelling again. Agetha is still yelling again. Agetha is still yelling again. Agetha is still yelling again. Agetha is still yelling again. Agetha is still yelling again. Agetha is still yelling again. Agetha is yelling again. Agetha is still yelling again. Agetha is still yelling again. Agetha is still...
Prompt: Gluttony — “Oh,” the mountain ogre said in his low rumble of a tone. “Yes, sir, I mean, master, I-” The human servant pulled at his sleeves and found that he could not look into the gargling maw of the beast. “You say, they is no food?” The ogre said. Spittle on the great ogre’s chin and bare chest dashed the evening light into beautiful...
August 29 Well, here I am, forced out of the group and left to fend for myself. They all turned on me. Agetha, Darleen, Kennith. Kennith. The poor bastard killed himself. I don’t know how he had the guts, but he did it. He slipped a knife into his belly. Damn shame. Apparently it wasn’t clear to the women that it was suicide, because once Agetha suggested I had something to do with...
“Wonderful, it’s just perfect Sam, isn’t it perfect?” “Yes, it’s perfect Julia, but it’s expensive. Look at the cars, nothing but BMWs and Mercedes.” “I know, isn’t it perfect?” Sam and Julia shut their car doors and made their way up the regal steps to meet the realtor standing there. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Gull,” the...