short stories
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Last week, I came up with an idea for a writing prompt/challenge based on one of my favorite quotes from Joseph Heller: “I can’t start writing until I have a closing line.” The challenge is simple, really. Every Tuesday, I’ll post a different prompt. Instead of it being meant to inspire you or be used…
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Now that a few things have settled down, it’s time to sit my butt into my chair and begin the process of editing up the stories I currently have for my collection, Bowlful of Bunnies, as well as maybe adding a few new stories here and there when they come to me. I’m not going…
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“Whenever he smiled like that, which was often, Locke imagined that each scar was the mark of a different man who hated Jaxson, and he imagined how he would one day leave a mark of his own.” It’s a little difficult to believe that we’re already on the last day of this year’s first Round…
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“‘So, what do you think?’ he asked, grinning across the table as the pouch in its fine blue velvet swung between them like a pendulum. ‘What do you think lies inside? It’s quite heavy. I believe we shall feast well tonight, Gilf, don’t you?’” Another Sunday has arrive; another RoW80 check-in filled of small successes…
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“She stopped, halted in her tirade as she noticed that Master Donovan was not just pottering around on his own. She did not bother to hide the fact that she was getting a good look at the two young men accompanying him, and Gilferen was glad for that, because it meant he didn’t have to…
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” ‘You know, Locke,’ he said amicably, once he walked beside his friend again, ‘I really don’t see why you’re in such a hurry to return to Kyano. Here, there is an endless feast of exotic treasures. There’s excitement and beautiful women around every turn.’ ‘Yes,’ Locke murmured, ‘remind yourself of these pleasure the…
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“‘Check the gardens,’ she said, leaning over to retrieve the coins, with an arch of her back that could only be intentional. ‘If I’m not there, maybe you could save me from the kitchens.’ Fascinated by how her small breasts hung when she bent forward, Gilferen was already imagining how they’d fit in his cupped…
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“Locke swept into a bow, made an elaborate show out of backing up into another confused and affronted stranger, and turned on his heel to scamper away.” Sunday morning is upon us again, the sun streaking through my kitchen window in a way that makes me second guess what I have my laptop set up…
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“‘Maybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one’s watching them so they can be who they really are.’” “Beauty Queens” by Libba Bray Usually, I’m not a big reader of teen/young adult fiction. Every so often, a book of that genre would fall into my lap, and…
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“When Locke looked at the man, he saw a father, a savior, and a yellow beard slowly going to grey. And while Knolan still had broad shoulders like a warrior and wore a dented breastplate like a warrior, it had been a very long time since he had the chance to fight like a warrior.”…
L.S. Engler 