Wreckage

Wreckage

There was recently a rather large storm in my area, which took out a lot of trees, and a few houses, which is what inspired this weeks response to the Friday Picture Prompt Challenge on the Writer’s Mess. That and apparently a preoccupation about getting what you deserve, that will return again later in the week. This is the story of a woman whose life has fallen apart, but in the end things…

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Forever Yours

This was a micro fiction challenge, under 250 words, but written in the form of letters. It was supposed to be a challenge in terms of character voice, and I am not sure I nailed it, but these are two unsent letters. It’s another one that is not so happy. Sorry guys, Greg, You are my best friend, my person, and I will go to my grave with my biggest regret being that I don’t have the courage to…

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Precious Cargo

The word of the week is EXCHANGE and I will admit this one is a little weird.   I went with the definition of exchange, as an exchange of goods.  I have to admit, this is not my favorite six, and sometimes you write something and just go, ya, okay, that’s odd.  This is that story. There is something about using the barter system that makes me feel like a peasant in the Middle Ages, a drug dealer…

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Gone Forever

This one is a little piece about someone throwing something away. There is a lot left to the imagination, what is it, is it important, is it nothing? Sometimes you just gotta go for it and throw something away when you know there is no chance of getting it back, alternatively hoarding might be the lifestyle for you… Manda rushed the garbage to the dumpster, seeing the truck coming down the lane…

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The Reaping

This is a just desserts type of response to the six-sentence story prompt of the week, which is ERUPTION. This follows an unnamed first person narrator, and her ongoing interactions with that jerk, Clay. My mother always told me to be nice to people, that sometimes they might be going through something you can’t see, and while I agreed with her most of the time, I knew deep down that Clay was…

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A Step Out of Time

A Step Out of Time

This is another Flashfiction February Piece, where the challenge was to convey an emotion without actually naming it. I went to a dark place with it, and tried to verbalize a struggle that many experience. I want to say more, but I feel like it would spoil it. Check the tags if you don’t want to be blindsided. It seemed to Dani as if she were moving in slow motion, while the world kept on as it…

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