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Author's Note: Today's prompt was to write a story with a countdown, starting at ten and ending at zero. Well, I tried that. And then I played around with it. And this is the result. I like the idea of time progressing, but you as a reader can decide if it's been years or months … Continue reading Time
Author’s Note: Today’s prompt: "Hatred is the absence of love." Again, I just let the words flow, and I think I like it. Please do let me know what you think. Hatred. When I think of it, I imagine red. Fiery red in the jealous eyes of an admirer. Blood red in the tainted heart of … Continue reading Absence of Love
I’ve been wearing glasses since I was only ten. I still remember the moment I realised I needed them. I was watching the AFL – I don’t remember who was playing; my memory isn’t that good – and I asked my mum, “What’s the score?” She looked at me funny, and said, “Why are you … Continue reading “I Can See Clearly Now…”
Author’s Note: Today’s prompt: “Write the saddest scene you can think of between a boy and a girl. Except this is the first time they’ve met.” It took me a while to decide what I thought was the saddest scene, but I'm happy with the end result. Please let me know what you think. Wind whipped … Continue reading Hello/Goodbye
When I was in high school, my aunt’s uncle had a white van and he was basically my family’s bus service. By ‘my family,’ I mean me and my siblings, plus all of my cousins. Honestly, I think we all spent some time in that van – some of us for years, others for just … Continue reading “Eyes Wide Shut”
Author’s Note: Today’s prompt: "My wife woke me up last night to tell me there was an intruder in our house. She was murdered by an intruder two years ago." I started writing, and it went somewhere different than I was expecting, but I think I like it. Anyway, please do let me know what … Continue reading The Last Moonrise
Eleven years ago, my family and I were having dinner at my uncle’s house. It was a great time. The feast was delicious. My uncle’s wife is a master of the kitchen. We left their house pretty late, for a Thursday night. Mainly because we only lived a street away. We were all exhausted by … Continue reading “Let it Go, Let it Go…”
