Wedding Derailed
/…sun’s hue dimmed from a bright yellow to a deeper gold as it sank below the horizon. I fit Nancy’s luggage in my trunk. I cupped my hands, blew warmth into my fingers, and closed the…
By Andy Cooper
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…sun’s hue dimmed from a bright yellow to a deeper gold as it sank below the horizon. I fit Nancy’s luggage in my trunk. I cupped my hands, blew warmth into my fingers, and closed the…
By Andy Cooper
Read More…on a novel for months. They had created a vibrant world and interesting characters, but for some reason, they just couldn't seem to get the story to move forward. Every time…
By Irene Smith
Read More…drumming my fingers along the desk. As I gazed out the window, I laughed as a lady missed the warning sign and lost her footing on the ice over fresh snow. She kicked air…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreWhen Momma Gets Writer's…
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…darken clouds hovered overhead, acting confused and going nowhere, watching Paulie pondering…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…cheered and whooped with the rest of the home fans as the final whistle went in the rugby game. His beloved Devil-Sharks had trounced their local rivals, Leigh Lions 14-10. Friday night rugby…
By Chris Platt
Read Moreany thought was given…
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…exploded on impact inside the hoodie. Gabe was pleased. Another thug sent to Hell. Another bastard that won't be raising Hell in the Hood no more. Too bad…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…day happens. Night darkness descends”. He thought as his breath whistled through his teeth upon released. Sitting on his rocky outcrop in front of his cave again he was…
By Jennifer Forrest
Read More…on the tops of both of our lungs and running out again. I went to the biggest and most buff guy in our building. Less than two seconds in the bathroom, he came out, screeching and running down the hallway…
By Nioma Strength
Read More…ripped through his guitar solo as the crowd clapped and cheered. His fingers moved like lightning, dancing up and down the frets. He started at his hands. Sometimes when…
By Chris Platt
Read More…had a busy Saturday ahead of him. His first port of call would be the Trafford Centre shopping mall, to collect his suit from the dry-cleaners. After that, he was booked on the golf course for 12 noon. Following an afternoon on the golf course, he would be dining…
By Chris Platt
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