The dogs barked an alert before the knocking began. Bella glanced at the two blonde-haired children leaning on the table, oblivious to the disruption as they smeared paint across sheets of paper. She hurried down the old farmhouse hallway to the heavy front door, shooing the dogs away. Bella peered through the glass panel and…
For the twenty-four hour writing competition (or “Joust”) offered by One Throne Magazine, a piece about four kids escaping the violent aftermath of a dissolving civilization.
“It’s always darkest before the dawn,” her mother said, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down and stroking her black hair. “Things will be better in the morning, you’ll see.” Then she stood, the long red robe billowing slightly behind her legs as she walked down the hall into the darkness. Xalba knew…
Warmup Wednesday!. A fog settled, creating a warm cloud that provided distance between me and everyone else. It swirled around, day after day, allowing me to disconnect from those who surrounded me. From life. As Shiva ended those who kept me fed and clean began disappearing into the fog. By the end of Shloshim, only…
She crouched, loose strands of black hair matted to her face from the dense, humid air. The moisture was so thick it created a fog that obscured her view through the giant green leaves. Xalbadora leaned her head forward slightly and closed her eyes. The low, guttural sound came from five meters to her left,…
Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 27. The curtain fell as thunderous applause echoed around the old theater. The actors trotted off stage left towards the dressing rooms, leaving the director and his protégé. “David, that was amazing! How’d you manage to find someone so convincing for Alec?” The…
Warmup Wednesday!. Cold, black water lapped against the boat’s chipping paint. Hidden by brush and trunk, she contemplated her next move. “Come with me.” His words echoed in her mind. “Meet me at the guard house. We’ll get a fresh start, together.” Her friends had stared, slack-jawed, when she’d told them. “The most…
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Dog Named Bob.” “Bob! Bob! Come and get it, boy!” I round the corner, bumping against the edge just in time to see Nana pouring syrup all over the contents of a plate. One of the floral-patterned china plates, no less. “Morning, Nana,” I call to her,…
Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 26. They stare haplessly at the in-wall ovens that failed to fire yet again. There was always trouble, always excuses at this restaurant. Rub-a-dub-dub, three fools in a tub… Yet another Friday had arrived, as had the farmer with his delivery per their contract. With him was a load of…
Literary Lion. Space.. Murmurs ripple through the crowd. How is she?…Does she need anything?…Is she going back to work?…What about the children?… I surf the room, nodding my head as I try to just pass through. Inevitably I am stopped and return to accepting the hugs, the shoulder squeezes, the kisses, the looks. The looks…
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