Peace Out

This week’s word prompt for the Shapeshifting 13 Writing Challenge is the word Riot. ¬∝ It was a riot like any other: cops, hippies, tear gas, mayhem. I saw her a little too late. The uniform, dichotomous dimples, mesmerizing green-gray eyes— electric with hate as she drew a bead, grinned, and squeezed the trig…  

Lost, Found, etc…

  “When did you know you were lost?” he asked. Nobody likes being singled out. Well, almost nobody. “Who, m-m-me?”  She stammered, wondering how he knew. The cameras were aimed at her and she was the focus of the audience’s attention. Her armpits were  sticky with excitement, and pearls of sweat prickled across her scalp like a thousand baby starfish headed home. […]

Owning It

              This week’s prompt at the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 Writing Challenge is the word, “Nail-biter.” ¢¢ “Bubba-Jean?” “Wut.” “I gotta know fer sher. Izzat my baby yer carryin’, or izzit that dadgum Billy-Bob’s? “Ain’t neither, Nimrod.” “Wut are you sayin’? “It’s my baby, Stoopid!”