The one tiny window was glued shut with many gummy layers of paint. It had never been opened as far as Ramon knew. Problem was, it was the only way out of the silo workshop now that the ladders to the loft space had been sabotaged. He was getting hungry. And thirsty. Twelve year old single malt scotch was not going to be good for dehydration.
I invite you to predict the future of America. If ever there was a time for writers to write, this is it. Give it some thought and words. Your honesty–and creativity–are always appreciated. You are poets and word wielders. Take us into a possible future, give us a new perspective, or blat out a personal reaction.
~~Back in the 1960s, a female could get kicked out of school for coming in late to the dorm or for being caught in a men’s dorm. When the clock hit midnight and your new love looked at you with tender eyes, did you stay out or mind the rules? ~~Your favorite employee comes into your office swearing at the top of her lungs, right when you are
Gladys parked her new Super Streamer floating recliner in front of the reconstructed twenty-first century reconstruction of a 1900 store front. The full display windows and winsome partial-glassed in door welcomed her to Ye Olde Antique Shoppe, a store which ran side by side with a number of other reconstructed reconstructions of storefronts. They were all so cute, she couldn’t resist shopping ON HER OWN FEET instead of
Mandy was everything her mother had hoped for in daughter. Mandy grew up with long blond curls and strikingly blue eyes. As a preteen, she was colt-like, long-legged and agile. The rest of her charmed life followed: Homecoming Queen, high grades earning her a scholarship to State, a four-year degree in Ecology, on to a Law Degree at a prestigious university, and marriage to her high school sweetheart,
When writing fiction, the writer is required to carve out the path forward. You have to deal with the fact that if Character X stops and looks back, it may mean that Character Y may have to shoot her or perhaps that Character Z will have to check his wallet to see if he has enough money. We sit at the forks of our plots over and over,
Bev sat on the metal lawn chair she kept on her front porch, bouncing a bit, idly swatting mosquitoes who were attracted to her fat arms, and considering her next snack, even though it pained her knees to pull herself to her feet. Her iced tea had gone watery, and her magazine was so boring that she nodded off. In her dream she was young again. A yellow
We’re writers, and we make things up. I think we can predict the future too, if we put our minds to it. Pick one or more of the futures on this list and let us know how you see the future. The future of bowling alleys The future of carpools The future of BBQ The future of carnivals The future of the courts The future of pets The
Herbert gave his lower lip a quick bite, ignoring the way his gum scraped against the braces in his mouth. Something was making a rustling noise behind the grungy old trunk with the elaborate clasps that sat in the corner of the attic. Flakes of dust floated in the one shaft of light coming in from the high ventilation window. He had just enough light to see. Now
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