Fiction Weekend Prompt for 4/13-4/15/2012

Write a story in which you commit a petty crime.

Ideally, this would be autofiction (so involving a character who is basically you or your OS persona), but if you prefer to make it about another/other character(s), no problem. 

"Mentioning an Unme… Read full post »

Fiction Weekend Prompt for 2/17/2012  - 2/19/2012: Write a story involving an abandoned book in an unexpected place.

Flash Fiction in less than 250 words.

Harri B. had read the book “Think and Grow Rich” by Napoleon Hill while st… Read full post »

This post is in reply to fernsy's First Post Evah Open Call. I hope I'm not too late to the party. 

   I left work at 1 a.m. the other night after working my first job busing tables in one of those out-of-way, kept on the down-low, high-priced restaurants.… Read full post »

I chose to write in a genre I have never written in before. Actually, I chose more of a style. I chose playwriting. I have always wanted to try my hand at it. I like the way in playwriting the dialog is what drives the story. I was inspired by Neil… Read full post »

I originally posted this story a little over a year ago. I am reposting it because Alysa suggested it would be easier for people to find it. She's right.

Fiction Wednesday, June 15, Flash Fiction Prompt. This story comes in at 101 Words.

Not Claimed! 

“You sure… Read full post »

For this week’s assignment, I chose Plan B. For prompt explanation, see below. As you read the story, feel free to click on the links; this will heighten your reading experience.

A "Trip" to the Dentist 

I am seated in her reclining chair; it has a tan vinyl… Read full post »

 I used the opening sentence from Rex Pickett’s “Sideways.”

   “The sun poured bright parallelograms of mote-swirling light through the Venetian blinds of my rundown, rent-controlled house in Santa Monica.” 

    I… Read full post »

   I met Evelyn in college, back then we just sort of knew each other. She hung around with people I casually knew so it was not unusual to run into her at parties.

   Sometime after graduation, I ran into her on the streets while on my way to… Read full post »

This post is in response to Rita Bourland's Fiction Friday IX, Open Call. I chose Plan B:  Write a story using all the weapons in the original Clue game:  a knife, a wrench, a lead pipe, a candlestick, a revolver and a rope.  The fun part of this is that these items do n… Read full post »

“You sure you want to do it?” said Bruno. “Just set up the screen,” I replied. We approached the casket. I leaned forward. Bruno stood behind me. He faced the people attending the wake. Palming the ticket, I reached into the inside of Gramp’s suit jacket and slipp… Read full post »

I am underwater. It is dark, and I’m not even sure which way is up. All I know is that if don’t reach the surface soon, I will drown. My lungs feel like they are burning from the lack of oxygen. I take a chance. I start… Read full post »

Yesterday, I watched the house for the entire day. It was all the time I could afford to waste. The fat slob lived by himself in a non-descript, ranch-style home in a quiet neighborhood. It was so quiet no one bothered me when I parked almost directly across the street from the… Read full post »

I watched the Starbuck’s store front from across the street. It was a cold, crisp October afternoon with a gray overcast that foreshadowed a long, cold winter. I shuffled my feet to keep the circulation going, I cupped my hands and blew into them to keep them warm. It was… Read full post »

I left work at 1 a.m. the other night after working my first job busing tables in one of those out-of-way, kept on the down-low, high-priced restaurants. You know the place. Where pretentious poser-liberal, post-yuppies frequent. You know the types. In the nineties they wore their hair in ponytails t… Read full post »