What Are The Chances?
It was in the early morning when he slopped into my 24-hour convenience store, dripping wet from the cataclysmic thunderstorm outside. I watched him approach…
Sometimes, we have dreams that provide inspiration to writing. Sometimes this is literal, other times the "dream" is actually a goal. Write a story based on either.
It was in the early morning when he slopped into my 24-hour convenience store, dripping wet from the cataclysmic thunderstorm outside. I watched him approach…
The school hall is empty. It looks the same though. There is something wrong with it looking the same but I can’t recall what it means and I move on. The…
I stood under a lamppost, its flickering light turning the street into an empty off-tempo night club. A tiny old man in front of me was hunched over smoking a…
In the beggining, there was darkness. Nothing existed, darkness consumes all. Darkness reaches into the deepest corners of everywhere and then some. And then…
I’m flying through the air, as free as a bird! Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I know this isn’t real, yet the feelings seems natural, my motions fluid. I…
Empty darkness. Wait - blurs of light. No shapes. Colors overwhelm my senses. No smell. Water. Mist? Choking confusion. No air. Move upwards. Push upwards…