To Monte, it seemed as if they'd been walking for days. He wished they could stop for a snack & a drink of water, but apparently The Guy was on some sort of mission. Since they'd begun their journey he'd barely acknowledged Monte's existence. Ever since the motorized machine stopped moving and they started on their [...]
The first time we kissed, Crimson & Clover was playing on the radio. From then on, it was officially 'our song.' One month and eleven days later, Jimmy left for Vietnam. I wrote to him every day and he wrote as often as he could. In our letters, we planned our wedding and even named our kids. [...]
It's Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week our writing prompt is the word close. *** Closing time and you're still here, sipping the same martini stabbing at its soggy olive with a limp toothpick. Juke box is off. Lights are on. It’s just you And me. Then you whip It out. très [...]
Tonight at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are celebrating the color Red. Sarahsouthwest is our host tonight. Yeah. Red. Red reminds me of you. That careless blur of candy-slut-red lipstick that tainted your white-on-white shirt. I got rid of the stain — but you failed to get rid of its carrier. Crimson Red. Like [...]
It's Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Our writing prompt is Magic. Exactly 44 words. A roomful of people or even a nightclub when you looked at me and grinned that crooked grin Poof! the world disappeared. Just you and me. Sometimes that magic still happens when I gaze at the midnight sky and [...]
Today's writing prompt at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie is Make a Wish. So, I was walking along the same old dirt road I walked every day to wait for the school bus, thinking about how much I hated school. It was stupid. I wasn't good at it, nor was I interested in any of the subjects. [...]
For the dVerse Prosery prompt, we write prose that includes a line from a poem. This line is given in the prompt—you do not choose it. Our Prosery piece must not exceed 144 words. I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended. I use the same MO every time; they [...]
