Freeform prompt
Friday is supposed to be a day to look forward to - TGIF, right? Sammy had been dreading Friday all week because he ...
“The entire shell is Chronium. That shields the op…” “You mean chrome. Chromium?” “Ahem. Crow NEE Uhm. Chronium. As...
The visitor asked, "Can you write a story without a prompt?" "I don't know," said the writer. "I've never tried." "...
It's here somewhere. How did we lose it in the first place? I don't dare say it out loud, because they'll blame me....
There was nothing like getting the supplies in every month with the boys to lift everyone's spirits. Goodies, magazi...
Boxes upon boxes upon boxes upon boxes. Buried beneath more boxes and found deep below even more boxes. We've built o...
Water.
Where the sun sets, and the wind blows, two girls run across the ocean, having fun with each other. The two girls liv...
You know how people always use that metaphor of how an iceberg shows a small portion of the story, but the ice travel...
If humans are mostly water, what happens when you remove it? This was the idle yet macabre thought that raced throu...
Kenya.
The heart beating, dazzling country Kenya is the home of millions of people all formed into one loving family. To som...
It was a random trip, picked quite literally with a dart to a map. Jon would be going to Kenya. He'd never been outsi...
Kenya was the name of my doppelganger. I thought it a strange name, thought he might call himself Jim or John, both m...
"Hey Macarena!" Robert watched in complete disbelief as the group of Anonymous supporters-turned-flash mob began to ...
It was practically viral by now. the video a friend of mine had posted on youtube, of our mass dance party for cance...
It was all good and well having a goal in life. Knowing your purpose. He had known his for years, he had worked tirel...
Her eyes dimmed in colour as she stepped into the darkness, with the decoration lights around the chinese restaurant ...
The voiceless aberration toiled within his thoughts. Where was he? What purpose? Why? The words seemed to jumble with...
When he'd signed up to visit strange new worlds, he'd never envisioned this. He turned slowly in the glass globe, dev...
It was rather like being a ghost. Vicarious snooping. A social media haunting (stalking?). The only way to keep in to...
It wasn't entirely fair. It wasn't. You knew it wasn't. See that one in the back? She's yours, right? The one ba...
In memory of Sanvee Ali, age 5. He will be remembered in our home and in our hearts.