Today’s writing prompt is an opener/subject from the mind of one our founders, Budgie Bigelow.
Kevan favored him with a cocksure grin, flinty eyes catching the light of the candles as he hovered just outside Abeir’s window.
“You don’t look pleased to see me. I feel like I should be insulted.”
Our first ever contest is over. We read and judged all your entries in our Sci-fi Fatal Attractions contest, and I have to admit, we were impressed. It was really hard to […]
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Today’s lesson: They who smelt it dealt it.
2013 The most heavenly of brews exists here on Earth, and it’s not made by angels. It’s made by man. It’s light-amber colored, sweet, and the right amount of bitter with of […]
So this week’s #FuckinFriday #WritingPrompt comes from my earlier days in customer service. People would be coming through my line all day, treating me, a complete stranger, like absolute trash over the […]
Two Dresses A Short Story by Budgie Bigelow **** They say time heals all wounds, but there are those who would argue time creates its own wounds. Melissa was one of them, […]