The Epidemic's Source
“Why did they want you?” Silence. “Do you understand me?” One nod. “You gotta tell me something! Why were those terrorists hunting you? Do you have something…
From Google: _shatter_ (verb): Break or cause to break suddenly and violently into pieces. Informally, I suppose, anything that is brittle and hard will shatter. Whether that is in terms of physical properties, or in a more metaphorical sense. Pick an item, concept, verb, setting, character - anything you can think of - and write me something about shattering. Dare to be creative! Enter as many times as you like; I'll read them all. Surprise me.
“Why did they want you?” Silence. “Do you understand me?” One nod. “You gotta tell me something! Why were those terrorists hunting you? Do you have something…
The oval mirror was fixated against the bathroom wall. Like most bathroom mirrors that are lighted with terribly muted bulbs, she expected this one to show her…
In the instant there was nothing. A void could not even begin to describe it. What is darkness when there is no light with which to understand it? This…
“Love and sex and hope and dreams are still surviving on the streets. Look at me, I’m in...” “Huh-whazzat, boo?” “Hmm? Oh nothing, just singing to myself.”…
It had been pulled in a million and one directions. It had been twisted and stretched to see how far it could go. Acid had been poured on it to see how tough…
I shouted in agony and grit my teeth. My leg really hurt. I guess this sort of thing can happen when you get shot.
A great warrior-king fashioned this pot. He formed it himself from the mud of the river bank where he won his greatest victory four thousand years ago. The…
“My belly hurts,” Winnie whined to her mother. Rachel answered, “Baby, maybe you shouldn’t eat all that peanut brittle. It isn’t good for your teeth. They’ll…
dum. da-da-da-dum. da-da-da-dum. da-da-da-dum. I can sense my sanity straining at the seams of my psyche. da-da-da-dum. da-da-da-dum. da-da-da-dum. My…
the first few hits made me cringe but when there was little left to talk about -you finally thought about telling me what’s on your mind- it became easier but…
Weak. Pathetic. Loser... Care? Why should he? Hollow words that bear no meaning. He enjoyed his life. As far as he could tell, there was nothing wrong with…
She snatched the Gatorade out of her father’s hand and guzzled half of the contents in one gulp. “Now what would you like to do?” He crouched down to her…
It had powered the City of Glimmer for centuries, even during the Electric Civil Wars. It had been a beacon of hope for the tired souls living inside the city…
Suspended, it floats. Time stops. The egg, just out of reach, slips almost imperceptibly towards its demise. “Oh great, you let another one go!” the first man…