Prompt: River Cliffs — A dozen proud pines stunk and softened along the river’s edge, back to the open earth after half a millennium. “This is what I’m talking about Sara, this is paradise!” I tasted the sweet grass in the air. “Ah! It’s like we’re adventuring across some fantasy land.” Sara didn’t respond, but struggled under the weight...
The roar woke me from the best dream I’d ever had. I was home, in the dream, and my red towel was there, and Sis, and me. I was there, but I could see myself like I was Blackdog standing over me on the couch. I rolled and kicked a cushion out of place. I rolled again and tore the corner of my towel. It was a normal day. Everything was perfect. Then the roar woke me up and the old growl...
The sun hung a yellow sash across Decon’s back, but stripped it when his office door rattled shut. “Do you know what it means to be Deputy?” “I think so,” the visitor said, “yes.” Decon turned. “I have a thing for you to do Humbert, a thing I can’t ask of the other officers to, do you understand what I’m saying?” Humbert rapped his boot heels together and stiffened his arms at his sides. “Yes sir...
Cypress boughs creaked in the dim; their pale green leaves danced with broken moonlight conducted by the insect ballad. The warm air lifted the smell of rot and damp wood. Montgomery sat at the edge of the buoyed pier, with his nose just above the opaque water. Behind him, orange lamp light pulsed from the porch of a wooden shack, white and grey with age; tied down here and patched there where...
Here is a quick morning prompt for you. Enjoy! — Prompt: Alone in my room — He stood half-wary out of my bedroom door and told me he loved me. Then he pushed the switch and slipped out with the light. When he’d gone his words hopped around me, on my mattress, and hung on the ceiling. They split as they leaped and splashed into one another again and talked over each other...
I am a strong boy. Mama tells me I’m strong because I don’t have the same head as the other boys, but I has the strength more than them. I go to school at Windsor Elementary. The teachers are nice. The principal is nice. The kids are not nice all the time. I don’t like to always sit by myself, but since Steven said so, none of the other kids sit with me. Some of my friends still...
Prompt: Write a scene with an unwanted guest. — It starts with metal sliding on metal, Grre-che-che! the mechanical hook latches to the belly of the car. Thed-th-thd-thth-thththd-thththth, as it ascends the track. Then a thin squeal and gasp, the car is released … Wawp-wawp-wawpawpawp—the car is loose! sliding down a perpetual curve. The passenger’s torsos jerk and snap in a stiff...
Hello you. Here is a new timed prompt. I haven’t done one in a while. I put two minutes on the clock for this one. Enjoy! — Prompt: Creative man. — He is masterful. There is no other word. Perfection perhaps, but Mother taught me to beware of perfection. No, there is nothing sinister or mischievous about him. There is no pit beneath his tender resignation to the canvas. But it...
Hello, it’s nice to see you again. Here is a scene sketch I wrote for you this evening. Enjoy! Like always, if you have questions about what this is about, you can read more here. — “I’m special because I know I’m special, and I’m tired of you telling me I not.” “Get away from that door Marlene! Give me that wallet—” Jeremiah lunged at Marlene...