“Repeat it back to me, now,” instructed Kara. “Left once, right six times, left two times,” said Xavier with a sigh. “I told you, I got it.” “I know you do, but I have to be sure. It’s one of those things, so thank you for indulging me.” “It’s something that sticks with you, Mom. … More Keyhole
“Because I’m cursed, John.” Daisy sat on the front porch of her family’s big white house with her friend from school, John. She pushed herself back and forth in the swing using her toe, which was just barely touching the wood of the deck. Her arms were crossed over her blue overalls and a single … More Cursed
“No, I’m not saying that. What I’m saying is that I still expect to wake up at any moment.”
Elizabeth Walsh tossed her rubber gloves into the sink and removed her apron. She hung it next to the refrigerator and wiped the sweat from her brow. Her husband, Mark, sat at the kitchen table, leaning the chair he sat in on its back legs so the front were several inches off the ground. He had a bemused grin on his handsome face and his hands on the top of his head, ruffling his dark brown hair.
“You still think this is all a dream?” he asked of his lovely strawberry-blonde wife of twelve years. “You think that you, me, our kids, they’re all a part of your dream and that none of our life here has ever happened? I mean, that’s funny, but you’re not serious, right?” … More The Fall
Let’s do another writing prompt! I enjoy these, it shakes things up from what I normally want to write and forces me out of my comfort zone. Clears out the creative cobwebs, as it were. This one I took from https://hobbylark.com/writing/200-Creative-Writing-Prompts. “Are you almost done in there?” asked Marty through the closed bathroom door. He … More Confidence
Janice was beyond thrilled this crisp Saturday afternoon. She had been cooking all morning in anticipation of lunch, singing along to Spotify and practically sashaying every step she took. She twirled her way between the oven and the counter, did two-steps over to the sink, and dipped herself (her husband wasn’t interested in dancing) when … More Squabbles
Aaron Nieson 