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Club Equinox

Old Man Winter stood in front of his mirror and took a good look at his reflection.

Sure…he was an old dude now. The weathered lines etched across his face didn’t diminish the rugged handsomeness that would always remain. 654 more words

Writing

Old Man (descriptive snippet)

He had grown weary over the years. Each morning, after he’d brushed his teeth and said good morning to the oak tree outside, he would examine himself in the mirror. 126 more words

"Well I can't." By Julia on the 4 bus


Sunday February 12, 2017
3:23pm
5 minutes
Overheard on the 4 bus

Tommie was rocking her newborn baby in her arms and humming gently when the telephone rang. 109 more words

Drink Your Juice

Melania blasted open the massive double doors with both hands, her long silken hair caught up like a TRESemmé cyclone in the wild breeze she kicked up. 558 more words

Writing

a shot in the dark

Sometimes I write tiny stories.

Here’s my latest:

“Darling, roll over,” Melania said softly to the giant orb of flesh topped with a pop of silky wheat floss on his head lightly emerging from his slumber next to her in their fur-covered, diamond-encrusted, Tsar-sized, Tempur-pedic bed. 137 more words

Tiny Story

ovation (150)

the red curtain falls, hem skimming the stage; the play ends, and the doe-eyed ingenue looks briefly unsure of herself. she recovers quickly, swirling curls over her shoulder and hastily rearranging the line of her dress over her knees. 113 more words

Daily Prompt

necessity, 1.1 (150)

there’s a bespoke bottle of perfume on my dressing table, unremarkable glass bottle all but blending into the wall behind it.

i designed it a while ago, trying to pick out the various notes and fragrances that i felt best suited you; the ones that best reminded me of you, to be used when you were gone. 92 more words

Daily Prompt