The house at the end of Sycamore Street was always a favorite spot of mine when I lived in Stubenville. The place was huge. We called it a mansion, but it wasn’t. 503 more words
3 hours, 9 minutes
“Why do you play your song?” I asked the old man.
“Somebody has to keep the demons at bay.” He nodded at the guitar beside me. 104 more words
1 day, 2 hours
Welcome to Storybook Corner, a monthly flash fiction prompt held on the 21st of each and every month. This post will give you this month’s prompt. 126 more words
3 days, 11 hours
Bitten and Written
2.5 Children by Lauren Peacock
A crayon wax caked little pink hand curled round the thick, oversized crayola. She drew different things, all nearly miniature sized so one had to squint and tilt their head just a tad to understand what it was on the page. 506 more words
1 week, 1 day
“Captain, I’m approaching a cavern entrance. Shall I attempt entry?”
A garbled voice returned through the speaker in his helmet.
When no one replied he looked up at the shimmering surface high above. 80 more words
So I was given a sentence, a totally random sentence that I didn’t chose at all, and went off of it. My sentence: She ducked as the plate smashed against the wall behind her. 334 more words
1 week, 2 days
Prompt: A hopelessly messy person and an obsessively neat person become roommates.
To say that Victoria was upset about the new room arrangements her mother had enforced would be an understatement. 300 more words
1 week, 4 days