Choices

Choices

The story of a small town getting cut off, and the difference between being remote and being isolated. It was in part inspired by a prompt about people being cut off, and the idea of “Under the Dome” by Stephen King, which I never read, but had described to me years ago. No one was worried when the small bridges around town washed out, it was a common enough occurrence. No one was even that…

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The Gap Year

This week’s word is VISA, and it and I did not get along. I tried writing this three separate times, and finally am just posting one so I don’t have to look at it. I used the word as a travel visa, and we are following Andy, who decided to take a gap year, and does not regret it. It wasn’t until you tried to pack everything you needed for a year into two suitcases that you realized how much…

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The Definition of Love

The Definition of Love

This one is written for the weekly picture prompt on The Writer’s Mess, shown below. Follow our narrator as she get’s a completely unexpected reaction from her new boyfriend, prompting her to re-evaluate some things. When Kevin called her into the house, she flashbacked to Gary, telling her that she was wasting her time, that this was stupid, childish, and that she needed to be over it now. She…

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Don't Read from the Book!

Don’t Read from the Book!

This one is based on the weekly picture prompt from The Writer’s Mess below, and me watching the Mummy this weekend.  It is exactly the dark wtf you are probably expecting from me, and I think it’s similar to something I have written prior, but cannot seem to find now. Anyways, see what happens when you read from the book. Whoever said nothing bad ever came from reading a book hadn’t read from…

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Those Post Christmas Blues...

Those Post Christmas Blues…

This week’s response to the picture prompt on the Writer’s Mess, ended up being a follow up to last weeks rather disturbing story.  It works as a stand alone, but this is what happens the day after Christmas, that little letdown that follows the holidays for some of us, but obviously not for all the same reasons. The crackling fire that had warmed his heart before Christmas day, now gave him a…

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One of those fandom things that I love is when there’s new characters around and, with the unwavering confidence of an old farmer appraising cattle, fanfic authors take one good look at them, tilt their imaginary hat, and go “Aye. Praise kink, that one. Mighty case of praise kink if I ever saw one.” And everyone else just “aye.”