Shape.
Shape is a thing that comes to you, after you have grown. Breasts. Waist. Arms. Butt. It's a struggle between ...
The old woman was lying on the park bench underneath layers of musty old coats, pink v-sweaters (four) and thermal u...
The large shape of the medical building loomed on the horizon. Vic and I were survivors of a plague tring to get a va...
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." "...
She was walking down the sidewalk in the downtown area of Seattle when she noticed a pile of white blankets and other...
They would never stop. She used to love the sight of birds on a rooftop, electric wires, even clotheslines. She used...
Disappeared into the cityscape, hiding unintentionally, friend to only the birds, for they are the only ones who wi...
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was snowing, freezing her slowly. She continued...
Rain poured down, next to her, the doorway shielding her. She clutched her red gown as she huddled down close to the ...
Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway. It was raining, her hair was plastered to her fac...