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Fiction Prompted

Sugar, 1000 words, YA fiction

by Trish / 05/09/2018

His kisses taste bittersweet. I watch him pour the white crystals onto the spoon hovering over the coffee, his technique such that none might escape their fate. Three heaping spoonfuls in every cup. I tease him sometimes about his future career as a diabetic, and he smiles, that toothy grin that makes me want to reach over, brush away the hair that had flopped in front of his eyes, and kiss him every time. I can taste an undercurrent of…

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Fiction Poetry Prompted

20+ texts, gaining intensity, written as haikus

by Trish / 04/09/2018

I hope you don’t mind I felt compelled to write you Your words moved me so. What a compliment I find your voice beautiful So much more than mine. Oh honey. You’re just .. It’s like you speak directly .. You make my soul ache. That recognition? When two souls meet, and just know? I’d given up hope. Hope is for suckers. I’ve been telling myself that For so so long now. Ha! Me too. The same. I’ve become so…

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Fiction Prompted

“The worst castles” – 500-1000 words in the style of Raymond Carver

by Trish / 30/08/2018

The wind whipped across the dunes, as though it knew there were better places to be. It brushed sand up against the clapboard houses, mostly silent now, summer having been bundled up and tucked into a back closet until next year. The woman clutched at her skirt, holding it tight against legs that had made men whistle low and long, a more menacing wind than the one that currently buffeted. She used the other hand to shade the late September…

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Fiction Poetry Prompted

Demon eyes, rabbits and whiskey – 150 words in the style of Poe.

by Trish / 30/08/2018

As I ponder where I should begin Propped up by whiskey, or is it gin I considered all the words that came before. Inspired by darkness, dreaded, foul Stories that called forth a howl, A scream for mercy I would oft ignore. I delighted in the midnight things, Of demon eyes, the sound of wings, Of monsters that would chill you to the core. I brazenly fulfilled the need, Nefarious thoughts that seemed to breed Like rabbits, seemingly with no…

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Fiction

Festival season

by Trish / 13/07/2018

We live at the bottom of the mountain. With the spring sun comes the winter runoff, and this prepares us, to some extent, for the deluge of summer. I don’t know how many more years we can do this though, I’m terrified that we’re running out of room. And once the mountain is full, I honestly don’t know what will happen next. Some years ago, two men arrived at the bottom of the mountain, red car rag top dust trailing…

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Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

by Trish / 10/07/2018

A knock on the door in the middle of the night is rarely a good omen. Laura could see, through the picture window of the living room, the police car parked on the street as she crossed sleepily to the door, pulling her threadbare terrycloth robe tight, cinching the mismatched belt haphazardly. She could hear stirring in the bedroom behind her, knew that Harvey had been sleeping fitfully this night. She shouldn’t have burdened him with truth. But it was…

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What’s past is prologue.

by Trish / 03/07/2018

The sound of the screen door slamming was nearly eclipsed by the crack of thunder that rolled across the sky. She closed her eyes, and let the weight of the last ten years slide in salty paths down her cheeks, as the heavens opened in commiseration. The sound of his engine roared and it wasn’t a stretch to imagine his tires tearing up the lawn, which never got a chance to recover from his obstinate refusal to use the driveway,…

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When the circus comes to town

by Trish / 01/11/2017

The rains of Autumn had finally stopped. But the clouds hung heavy on the horizon, a foreboding premonition of the travellers arrival. The village folk dreaded and were enthralled by the thought of them. Known as gleemen, wandering minstrels, who hid themselves behind masks grotesque and frightening. Every October, they came, the discordant music announcing them, the sound carrying across the fields. Even while their coming was feared, the villagers revelled in their novelty, it was a distraction from the…

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Fiction

Discipline.

by Trish / 19/09/2017

She had tied herself to the desk far too well. “Well this has the potential to be very embarrassing.” she muttered under her breath. The knot in question was just far enough away to offer a challenge to teeth that would have pried it easily free. Working her left wrist in gentle circles with the hope of loosening it left her feeling frustrated. She sighed, loose strands of hair lifting softly in the light breeze from her pursed lips. In…

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Fiction

Straight no chaser; a prequel

by Trish / 11/08/2017

I walked into the club close to midnight, it was already jumping. A small room, crumbly damp brick walls juxtaposed warm solid wood timbers, and packed with revellers. With just enough room to maneuver, I sidled through the crowd, my eyes on a space that had just opened at the bar. I slid my boots, rather than step broadly, for fear of tripping over someone dancing next to me. They came up knee high and offered some protection against the…