Another Friday, another picture prompt. Today's pic reminded me of just how precious our moment in time is, and we should enjoy it while it lasts. Enjoy! https://imgur.com/a/9M5PYam "Isn't it amazing, the view?" Luke said. His back was against the ground, his gaze facing the stars above. In the distance, crickets chirped and frogs croaked."Enjoy … Continue reading Enjoy It While It Lasts
The Weight of Death
Another Friday, another prompt. This one is a sequel to Swing. https://imgur.com/a/0thT719 Wherever he went he carried it with him. No matter how hard he tried to escape it through entertainment, outings with friends to the local drinking hole, and even with work, there was no way to escape the weight of his long-dead son.Six … Continue reading The Weight of Death
Safe Haven
Another Friday, another picture prompt. https://imgur.com/a/AbHaLYJ The burr of the machinery keeps them at bay. Something about the infra-sound or timbre or what have you, that's not my line of expertise. You can talk to Garrett the scientist about the details, all I know is that come every fall when the first leaf turns a … Continue reading Safe Haven
Swing
Back with another Friday picture prompt. Enjoy! https://imgur.com/a/gbW4Ds6 Albert stood beneath the tree, his umbrella open above his head. The rain had faded into a sprinkle and then a drizzle, but the droplets on the branches still continued to drip as Ken sat in the swing that dangled from the branch. The tree creaked and … Continue reading Swing
Bitter Black Beans
This week's picture prompt. I remember reading that next to oil coffee is the most consumed commodity, which made me connect the thoughts of how we build machines thanks to coffee powering our brains, and in turn the machines we build help us run the world better. Also, it's a poem, I never write poems. … Continue reading Bitter Black Beans
The Horns of Lochrane
Friday prompt, courteously of the I Am a Writer FB group. https://imgur.com/a/53gyUY8 "What is that wretched sound?" Albert asked. They were strolling through the Central Gardens of Lochrane on a temperate and calm fall day, known to be quite rare during this time of the year when the region was plummeted with "wind storms so … Continue reading The Horns of Lochrane
Jack and the Girl
This was originally written as a 7-minute audiodrama for a class I took in script writing earlier this summer. I liked it so much that I decided to adapt to prose. I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it. The trees rustled in the brisk breeze that rolled through the park, … Continue reading Jack and the Girl
The Last Voyage of the Sea King
Written for the weekly prompt of the I Am A Writer Facebook Group (I should probably create a tag or category for these at this point, right now they're under the Flash Fiction category. Photo prompt: https://imgur.com/a/RSQGtCU The sea had long risen above the coastal land, beaches had moved miles inland and coastal communities had … Continue reading The Last Voyage of the Sea King
The Lonely Grave
Written for the weekly prompt on the I Am A Writer Facebook Group https://imgur.com/HENdMWe Somewhere within the neighborhood, between 1507 Windward Street and 1509 Windward Street, just where the lots begin to become overgrown with the dull green plant species that make up the wild underbrush of the neighborhood, rest the Lonely Grave. Upon first … Continue reading The Lonely Grave
The Suburban Glow
Flash fiction (233 words), written for the I Am A Writer Facebook group's weekly flash fiction prompts. https://imgur.com/ztJ8bLA Far on the outskirts of the city, past the last farm before the tracks, you can see the glow of the city. It only comes out after the sun has set, and its light graces the other … Continue reading The Suburban Glow