Three little birdsWith only a day to go before he was due to submit, Josias woke up low on motivation but high on optimism. The story had to be written…
I am dreaming about a dreamTonight, I am dreaming about a dream of being in a bubble. A pink bubble, silky and a bit gossamer. Wait, I am not the…
How quickly a year goes by! We have a treat for the final #WriterPrompt of the year but first a look at the micro-writing workshop's beginnings. How #WriterPrompt Came To BeShort Story…
Perceptions of TimeIt was all about perspective, although that word Alfie only came to know years later. It may have been perspective he understood, but it was frustration he felt…
The Last BirdThe arena becomes tense as the boy drinks the poison.The crystal ceilings shine red.Father speaks: “He stole, breaking one of the codes of order. This is justice, and…
Are you really you?Morning light has yet to cross our feet. Calluses bump his. They are beautiful. I know them well. I look at mine and hide them under his…
DreamsBootsie stroked Rahma’s hair. The long black strands were scattered across her lap. Her fingers felt numb, as though she was grasping clouds. She was terrified of checking whether Rahma…
NegroesWe have been betrayed.-Thousands of us.-Hearts have been bruised and spirit crushed. We are lost in a place we are not sure is home. Place tangled with spiderweb threads of…
Bleeders I will pierce your finger, you will pierce mine, and together we will bleed our souls in a blood covenant. Worry less about getting caught; the star-studded night and…
The EndDeath had come for us. His smell clung to the air like rotting flesh. We heard him call each one of us and we answered in piercing wails silenced…