He could hardly believe a woman this beautiful would want to be with a geeky, nerdy guy like him. She was an enchanting goddess and he was, well, nothing special.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to meet the love of his life.
The internet had lied.
Megna Murali is an amateur writer who has vowed to escape corporate stoogedom through the power of words. She likes to put one word after the other and watch magic happen. Her blog is the outlet for her chaotic creativity.
Joe Sykes said the nametag of the dapper old tour guide who’d enlightened us about Applebloom Historical Mansion’s antiquities.
His eyes twinkled toward lively satyrs carved on the headboard. “It’s said Mr. and Mrs. Applebloom enjoyed their respites here.”
Later I notice ballpoint ink on Grandma’s palm:
Joe Sykes
555-9784
Dee Maselle writes steamy romance. She makes her home in infinite alternate universes.
Day steamed summer perfect. Chocolate was on her mind. Not hot liquid or bars, but frosty, topped with whipped cream, crackling with ice.
She let him dip his straw to join hers, pulled in the last few drops as he tried to tug them his way.
Both, hot for chocolate.
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction. She delights neighbourhood cats with her singing.
Part of the beach was cordoned off. The press and inquisitive tourists descended like vultures. A white tent fluttering in the sea breeze now concealed the incident.
The man wearing hooded overalls, carrying a small case, shook his head. A deceased female with a fish’s tale would take some explaining.
Linda Casper is a retired teacher, blogger, gardener, judge for Yorkshire in Bloom, and wannabe writer.
The package—brown, plain wrapping—arrives with no postmark. A tap on the door and it is there, brooding, ominous.
I pull my daughter away, call the bomb squad, and wait three hours in the garden bunker.
Never should have agreed to go undercover as a food inspector at McDonald’s.
Born in Dublin, Ireland, Kerry spent most of his life in the UK, and now lives in Brittany with his long-suffering wife of thirty-six years. He has three children, three grandchildren, and no pets. Kerry has recently released The DCI Jones Casebook: Ellis Flynn, available on Kindle from Amazon US or Amazon UK. A paperback will be available soon.
He is a sly fox. Cunning. Shifty.
I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. I believed he could change his wayward ways. I hoped for reform but was met with disappointment.
He broke into the farm again last night and devoured three chickens.
A sly fox indeed.
Rebecca Nour is an English teacher and a lover of literature of all kinds.
Until today, Lucy avoided her Grandma’s parting gift, an old, worn-down pencil that sat on her desk. Today she picked it up and held it.
She drew birds; a jay flew past. She drew a boat, then heard waves crash. Her eyes lit up.
She drew Grandma.
The doorbell rang.
Lyman Brubus has published dozens of words in his writing career.
“I’ve invited you here to discuss this planet’s future. If we’re to achieve the ideal Big Brother State effectively, we need is a camera everywhere that there is a person, and get them to proclaim what they’re doing at all times.
“Do you have any ideas? Mr. Ericsson? Mr. Zuckerberg?”
Mark plays the ukulele, rides a motorcycle, and likes monkeys. He can easily be lured into a trap with the promise of chocolate.
Joey lived by the mantra “It’s never too late”.
Then one day he had a revelation: what about his late dog Max, his ex, Vicki, that college homework assignment he never turned in, the gym membership, the organic goat cheese still in his fridge…
What if it’s often too late?
Kevin McManus wrote this story.
“I can’t write ’cause of you!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face. “You make too much noise, invade my personal space, and dry up my imagination!”
Silence ensued when she stopped.
Looking up, she realized there was no one else in the house, just her and her writer’s block.
Debbi Antebi lives in Istanbul, Turkey, tweets from @debbisland, and blogs at debbiantebi.com.