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They parked the truck off the road outside of town, underneath an old oak tree, so they didn't have to spend any money for a hotel.  Lib...

Royce' s first day on the job, and he ended up on guard duty in the most crowded courtroom on the planet. Sweat was already pouring dow...

She crept so quietly into his dreams that Nathan barely noticed at first. The woman was a small, pale face at a window, a beautiful strang...

The wind swept over the grass in the fallow fields as Libby sat on the tailgate.  In the distance, storm clouds gathered, moving to the nort...

She took the last train to Clarksville.  As the crowded car drew her closer to the man she loved, Eleanor caressed the old camera he had giv...

Karen could not pinpoint the exact moment that she knew she was being watched. It had been going on for months. Initially a vague uneasiness...

It was the blessed smell of pine that pulled my consciousness back to the surface.  There's nothing in the world like the smell of fresh...

Mr. Matthias of Matthias Talents, Inc., strolled up the driveway from the road, as if he were simply admiring the green glass jars perched p...

Millie's Tavern was the kind of place where both the hopeless and the desperate came to quietly drink themselves into oblivion. The buil...

"Come in, come in!"  Stanislav motioned the visitor to come over to the window where he sat.  A bare tree with blackened branches...

Elena  still couldn't believe her luck.  Marcellus, guitar god of  Odin's Cult, had asked her onstage during the concert!  She had a...

"Certain words or phrases are infinitely more lyrical than others,"  Nigel was talking to himself again. Nobody else would respond...

He'd promised his mother.  She lay dying that day, her body wasted, worn away by her countless worries and imagined transgressions. Sh...

"Wow, it's raining cats and dogs out there!  Sort of ruins the weekend mood, don't you think?" "Mmmm?"  I was ...

This is fiction, Ma. "Sacrifices must be made, Svetlana."  Gregor's voice was hoarse with fatigue and cigarette smoke, bu...

I was able to combine two prompts.  Yay me! This is fiction . Josiah had always had an affinity for spiders.  His earliest memory was of...

Write on Edge prompt:   “I spy with my little eye” is a popular game with children, and their acute observation picks up items adults may n...

Write On Edge Prompt : Write a creative non-fiction or fiction piece this week focusing on gratitude. The piece doesn’t necessarily have to...

Write on Edge prompt:   Weather can be a powerful catalyst in writing. Storms, sunny beach days, and days of rain can impact setting, plot...

Write on edge prompt: You have 300 words this week to write about something new: a new character, the beginning of a new story, a new pair ...