The unwelcome and annoying sound of the alarm clock next to Sara’s bed prodded her out of a deep sleep, instantly putting her in a bad mood. Rolling over to shut it off, Sara is convinced it must be a mistake. She could have sworn she had turned off Friday’s alarm just yesterday. But her…
Category: A Work of Fiction
His Just Deserts
It was just another muggy, mid-week summer’s day and the street outside the bar was quiet. Inside it was too early for Vinny’s usual crowd. They were still at their desk jobs or out on the shop floor, sweating it out until quitting time when they would faithfully make their daily pilgrimage for happy hour to quench their thirst for company and something cold.
Revisiting The Red Sweater
Two years ago I participated in one of WordPress’s Blogging University courses as I tried to hone my writing and blogging skills. One of my favorite assignments at the time was the challenge to write a story based on the given prompt, but from three points of view. I was pretty proud of the original…
A Dish Best Served Cold
All bets are off once you sit down at the bar, otherwise known as the place where all good intentions are (temporarily?) abandoned. The taps are lined up in front of you, each handle designed to convince you it’s the right choice for you. Laura, your favorite bartender, is already reaching for a pint glass….
Evicted
Writing 101, Day Eighteen Ashley’s always telling me to mind my own business, but that’s probably ‘cause she hates it when I listen in on her phone calls. “Katie, I can hear you breathing I know it’s you. Hang up now or I’m telling Mom you’re spying on me again.” Boy would she be surprised…
Cancelled
Writing 101, Day Fifteen – Your Voice will Find You You’re told that an event that’s dear to your heart — an annual fair, festival, or conference — will be cancelled forever (or taken over by an evil organization). Write about it. For your twist, read your piece aloud, multiple times. Hone that voice of…
The Red Sweater
We sat in the car staring out the window. I had driven us home from what had turned out to be a big mistake. I thought a dinner out among people who didn’t have a care in the world would do us good. Instead we each sat lost in our own thoughts, barely touching our…
Just Three Little Words
It was just a short letter; a handwritten note. It wasn’t addressed to me but there it was, a folded piece of paper that I initially assumed was just another piece of trash. It was moist from that morning‘s rain and as I started to ball it up to throw away three words caught my…