My crit buddies and I started a short story blog in an effort to help us improve that writing habit we all seem to have. Each week, one of us posts a 1,000 word story based off a photo prompt. But, because there are only three of us, and we'd like to feature other fabulous authors out there, we take submissions* for the fourth week of the month.

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This was written for my writing group. The topic was "The grass isn't always greener (romance related)" with a max of 1,000 words.

I woke up in Beth Lochman’s body.

I know. It sounds crazy. But when I opened my eyes this morning, I was in her room, enveloped in her pukariffic pink gingham comforter.

Knowing I hadn’t spent the night at her house, I ( Read more... )

My car will not go over 94 miles an hour. And that’s a damn shame because the fog of bloodsuckers is flying close enough to my tail to rip the bumper off.

“C’mon. C’mon!” I urge the speedometer. “Sure, you promise 120 but when it comes down to it, you just don’t have the guts.” Which Costa had assured me it did before allowing me to take the car ( Read more... )

Somewhere in the darkness, a rock tumbles. Alsa shines her light in that direction. A strong, bloody hand pushes through a wall of rubble.

“Look,” Alsa calls. But Jushen is already there, dragging away any bits of rock he can lift. Alsa helps by moving what she can, and squeezing the hand, letting its owner know she is there. He squeezes back. For ( Read more... )

Alsa sits shivering in her wooden desk. On the floor, her dropped pencil rolls away from her. No one pays any attention to it. They only hear the sound of the gong reverberating through the classroom.

Alsa’s heart matches the gong’s terrifying rhythm. Bile rises into her mouth, and she chokes it back down. If she looked around, she might see ( Read more... )

Greetings and salutations. I would like to introduce myself. My name is Zoe Marie. Like many fluffy white, pink nosed, blue-eyed kitties, I was born deaf. That, however, does not deter me from performing my nightly rounds, or from communicating loud and clear with those around me ( Read more... )