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This weekend I’m trying out the Novel Factory software, and so far I’m impressed! The interface is intuitive and the built-in tips are helpful. https://www.novel-software.com/
Apollo woke late. 7:15. His sister Dawn was long gone — and he had overslept. In full panic, he raced outside to the stables of Mount Olympus, where his fiery steeds would be waiting. He shouldn’t have worried. High above the horizon, an ancient Egyptian dung beetle had been called into service, and it was… Read more »
Gloria put her ledger in the secret compartment, under the false bottom of her desk drawer. She locked the drawer with a key she wore around her neck, and then set the security alarm by the door. Lunch would be the usual: a jelly sandwich on a park bench across the street. The butterflies were… Read more »
If you think it’s easy to lug a typewriter across the country, you’re wrong. But I don’t mind. I’m not complaining! I’m simply thrilled to have access to this wondrous new technology. My editor is, too. He was getting tired of trying to decipher my garish scrawl — especially when he had to read through… Read more »
Create an ocean Of dreams, and musical notes Brush sand from your sheets Prompt: random words. Noted, dream, enjoy, make, create, ocean
Of course, we were sad when all the men shipped off to war. They sailed to all four corners of the world … the Orient. North Africa. Germany. France. My own beau, Rupert, was stationed in the Philippines. He wrote to me almost every day, long letters of sadness and solitude, from a tin barracks… Read more »
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Freda was born skinny. 4 pounds, 5 ounces. She wasn’t the smallest baby ever born, obviously, but she was the smallest ever recorded in her particular family — which alarmed her grandparents, who gasped when they saw her and immediately demanded that her formula be supplemented with Carnation evaporated milk. When they held her, they secretly… Read more »
The monster seemed cute at first. He was small, and furry, with big brown eyes that gazed soulfully at her. When she picked him up, he nuzzled affectionately against her, stroking her cheek and her breast with his little paw. At night, when the moon rose, he purred like a kitten. She named him Liam…. Read more »
The Black Canvas
He painted the canvas black, with a white balloon and a slash of red. He titled it, “Mom.” A two-sentence story, based on a prompt from Flash Fiction: Mix-and-Match Writing Prompts: A homesick painter remembers his younger self.
A charming bookkeeper confesses a secret in a museum.
How to Write Flash Fiction
Flash fiction is fast, fun, and easy. You can read it — and write it — in a flash. Most flash fiction is less than 1,000 words, so you should be able to draft a story in less than an hour. In my writers group, we write flash fiction every Friday. If you happen to… Read more »
by Corrine Kenner and Chris Davidson | Mar 26, 2015 | Uncategorized | 0 comments STRANGELY BRIGHT Words by Corrine Kenner Music by Chris Davidson Strangely bright against the tombstone Lightning strikes on high A tower falls a trumpet sounds But your empty veins are dry To sleep! The night is born Awake! The twilight… Read more »
The Queen of Pentacles stepped out of her carriage and told her driver to wait in his usual place. As she moved through the church’s side door, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and rolled up her sleeves. Her apron was hanging on a hook. She tied it around her tiny waist, covering… Read more »
Ten Random Prompts
Ten writing prompts for you to try, each based on a tarot card. The Hanged One: The tree resented his weight. It was one thing for children to climb in and among its branches. They tickled, and meant no harm. But Odin had been hanging in one spot for days, now, and he was heavy…. Read more »
The Shadow Under the Bed
Star closed the door and locked it. The cab was waiting to take her to the airport. She didn’t know if she would ever return. In a way, she hoped this would be the last time she’d ever have to look at the trim, white-painted bungalow that had been her home for so long. She… Read more »
You touched me, and a poem traveled down my arm.* It clawed and snarled all the way, its matted, furry, horsehair body scratching an angry path through the crooked freckles on my skin. When it reached my hand, the poem bit, drawing blood, locking its jaw, forcing its jagged teeth deep into my open palm. I had… Read more »
The Dream Job
It wasn’t my dream job – but it paid, and it paid well. Like, $3,000 a night. On a Tuesday. On weekends, I usually cleared at least $10,000. And it was legal – all completely, totally, unequivocally legal – even if it did pose a few moral problems for a former catholic schoolgirl like myself…. Read more »
My grandmother saved everything. She saved grocery bags, and old buttons, and the empty tubes from paper towels. She saved coffee cans, and bent nails, and old cardboard boxes. She was frugal, yes, but she was also very concerned about preserving her assets. In fact, she collected credit cards the way some women collect Hummel… Read more »