Last Embrace
The wind snakes through my hair, pulling my shirt with the vigor of a hungry 5-year-old. The breeze lathers me with the cold night air, sneaking fingers under…
Nothing makes our writing better than when we put our readers in the ill-fitting shoes of our characters. By using the five senses and adding in emotion, we do just that. Let us, taste, smell, hear, see, and touch your entries. May they evoke an emotion as well. Give us a big scene or detail a small one; make us laugh or cry; make us believe, love, or hate. Use your whole body. Hurry, you have two weeks!
The wind snakes through my hair, pulling my shirt with the vigor of a hungry 5-year-old. The breeze lathers me with the cold night air, sneaking fingers under…
She slinked toward him like a cat stalking its prey. He was instantly in love. Her movements were fluid and she seemed to beckon to him to wreck the ship that…
The cool air that swept in from the sea was a refreshing change from the summer heat. It heralded the creeping fog that obscured the horizon and carried the…
It’s quiet, too quiet. There is silence enough to hear the blood pushing through my veins, the wind rushing past my ears. The night is dark, so very dark…