Writing Prompt 083

Writing Prompt 083

She cringed as she looked up and saw him. He had been looking in her direction and the last thing she wanted was for him to somehow be able to tell that she was watching him.  The train station was busy, but not so busy that she felt she could get by undetected....Read More
Writing Prompt 082

Writing Prompt 082

Another night, another place.  Lucas pulled his hammock out of its sheath and shook out the folds. It had been another long day on the road and despite the fact that he had been sitting the entire day, the exhaustion dove deep into his bones. He was too tired to...Read More
Writing Prompt 081

Writing Prompt 081

“A waving bear?” you ask, completely skeptical as you raise your eyebrows in disbelief with just a touch of concern for insanity in your eyes.  All I can say is, “The Lord works in mysterious ways.” I know, it sounds totally sketch. But, before you...Read More
Writing Prompt 080

Writing Prompt 080

They hated each other.  Or at least, that is what they told themselves and anyone who would listen. It’s a wonder neither of them had moved, but then living arrangements were so scarce in the city. They were so stubborn. Both had declared on multiple occasions...Read More

Writing Prompt 072

“It was never supposed to come back. Ever. But here it is, on your back porch, with a red string tied around it in a knot.” Claire filled her arms with all of her stuff, ready to walk out the door for work. Tote bag swinging from her arm, travel coffee mug with half a...Read More