PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot I was a cranky baby. The expired formula never set right. Thin and mewling, Mama did her best to soothe me with bouncing and sugar tits; even sneaking a thimble full of Daddy’s whiskey to give me once in awhile. Mama and I spent most days in the back room…
Category: fiction
#FF — I Remember
The first time I can remember drawing it was in first grade. Our teacher walked around the room asking students questions. “Where is that, Jeannie?” I didn’t know. In middle school, they asked the same. By high school, my technique flourished and teachers submitted my works to competitions where they won prizes. Now a freshman…
#FF — So long
PHOTO PROMPT © Starsinclayjars Yuri had been a teaser from day one. “Your skin is the white of curdled milk.” “Where’d you find that dress? At the circus?” It had been part of a mildly aggravating yet electric courtship between them. Yuri made Hilda laugh which helped make a sweet sauce for midnight desserts. Twenty…
#FF — One Eye
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson To them, I am a seer. They make their pilgrimages from every corner of the county. They rest on their bedrolls until it is their time to bring me their troubles, their dreams, and their secret desires. My visions not only give, but they must have their due. Little Mary…
dVerse — Prosery Monday — Night Mares
In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems — by e.e. cummings, from “IX- Impressions” “In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems. Dawn will write a new one soon,” she said that night as we walked, arm in arm, our necks craned, looking up, bare feet scuffling the uneven gravel…
#FF — Redemption
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox Her chartreuse splendor entranced Ralphie. Wouldn’t he be the envy of his buddies; no doubt the lovelies would flock to her like a bogo sale on lace panties. Ralphie’s imagination was much grander than his reality. Popo pulled him over when he passed. No more back-door, down-low activities; she was…
Tourmaline’s 2022 Halloween Challenge Day 31 Costume (final chapter)
baby space owls by arumise Jean was given her assignment by D.W.W. She and Hicks were allowed to leave. The other two men remained entranced, proverbial flies wrapped in silk, waiting for their captor’s hunger. The irony of D.W.W. drinking blood yet being a non-violent stranded ET was difficult for any human and for the…
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