This weeks writing prompt at Six-Word-Story Prompt is food. Food should be eaten, not heard.
This week at Friday Fictioneers, our photo prompt is the image above by Dawn Miller. Julie parked her truck at the end of the her uncle's drive and cut the engine. The memory of what happened here all those summers ago still burned as if it were yesterday. She'd waited to tell her parents [...]
Today’s prompt at the Go Do Go Café: Write a story or poem that ends with the phrase “he shredded her dreams in dignified air of victory” He said it could quite possibly be the most important text he’d ever sent (to her), and would she like to meet him at The Bamboo Banshee for [...]
When I visit my father's grave, I leave a stone on it. We're Jewish. That's what we do. Just a nondescript piece of rock. Gray, generic and anonymous— aptly symbolizing our relationship.
"Hey, Abdul!" "Hey guys, what's up?" "Where've you been all summer? It's the first day of school and we never even got to hang out!" Habib complained. "You'd never believe me." Abdul shook his head with a wry grin. "It's too...amazing." "Sure we would. C'mon! Give it up!" Ali urged. "Well, okay." Abdul shrugged. "My dad had [...]
She had never been close to her father: he'd wanted a boy, not her. Bemused, he stood over his father's freshly-dug grave and wondered: Would dad have been pleased now that his daughter had become his son?
It's Fandango's Flashback Friday! A year ago on this exact date, I created this story for a MindLoveMisery's Menagerie prompt. ℵ Dinah liked to think of herself as a realist, immune to faerie tales, knights in shining armor, and dreams that can't come true. That's bullshit kid stuff, she told herself, and Dinah was no [...]