Today's prompt words in bold.
Jerome climbed from the storm cellar. Extant buildings, crippled and pale, greeted him. The cathedral spire was among the missing.
He remembered the sounds of his new wife's sexual utterances mixed with the siren's warning. Now there were sobs intermingled with silence.
He squatted and rocked side to side. Under the rubble, a telephone rang.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Sunday, June 15, 2014
For Fathers Day 2014
Today's prompt words in bold.
Divine
guidance. That's why Dad used a blowtorch to set the jug on
fire, its contents the “Devil's elixir.”
"Suicide
is what it is. And it's like drinking cactus spines.” He
laughed when the flames jumped to his trouser leg, stripped naked,
and danced the fire out.
Yep,
he's crazy, but he's also my dad.
Sunday, June 8, 2014
No way, Jose
Today's prompt words in bold.
Like his men's line, his female fashions were no ordinary couture. The initial response at their unveiling was a large gasp, as if someone had punctured a pregnant woman holding a balloon. Why? The clothes created an aura of integrity, honesty, civility, and transparency, something no one residing on the Hill would be caught wearing.
Like his men's line, his female fashions were no ordinary couture. The initial response at their unveiling was a large gasp, as if someone had punctured a pregnant woman holding a balloon. Why? The clothes created an aura of integrity, honesty, civility, and transparency, something no one residing on the Hill would be caught wearing.
Monday, June 2, 2014
Prisoner of Abuse
Sunday's prompt words in bold.
The bucket, pregnant with river water, bounced against her thigh sloshing its overflow on her cotton pants. The drought worsening, fountains parched, crops withered, it felt more like a jail than home. She raised a hand to block the sun and wondered why she'd settled here. Robert's face materialized in her mind reminding her why. (55 words)
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