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 [...]
It's that time again: The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest hosted my Chelsea Ann Owens! Our mission is to create a senryu about a small, innocuous animal of our choice. Armadillo lies in the middle of highway plays chicken with cars
This week at Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle has chosen the photo below as or writing prompt. 100 words. Sylvia was one of those people who made friends wherever she went. Real friends — not the superficial kind in which one outgrows the other. After Sylvia started a couple of kitchen fires, her children decided it was [...]
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 [...]
For today’s prompt at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, we are to write a diary/journal entry. The entry can be from any point in the narrator’s life past, present, or future. If future tense and from our own perspective try to imagine where you would like to be. If we are writing from our own past try to [...]
Once again it's time for Chelsea Ann Owens' Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. Our writing prompt is Springtime and my terrible poem is below. Springtime in the Dirty South don't last fer long Well hush my mouth! Magnolia trees are the best part smell so fresh an' sweet ain't like Bubba-Jean's dirty feet. Tiny [...]
This week at Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields has chosen the image above by Jeff Arnold as our writing prompt. When her Aunt Mia passed away, Cara was surprised to learn that she had been included in the will. She’d seldom seen her aunt and didn’t feel as though she even knew her. When the box [...]
