Functional / #yeahwrite #microprose

“Meeting up for drinks tonight. Join us?” “God, I wish. I’m swamped. I have that client presentation on Monday,” he replied. “Your loss, man. Always the overachiever.” He laughs. That night he drinks alone until nothing remains, not even a memory. Same as last night. Advertisements

Oh The Places You’ve Been!

You had your prime on bourbon street. Not in New Orleans. No. A fraternity room with its neon “Bourbon Street” plaque above the bar. “Show me your tits!” Thrown into the air, flying, defying gravity. Draped around a victor’s neck. Ceremony. Slipped off in haste, too many choking beads. A spectacle of flesh, a moment … Continue reading


He told me I was nothing. He told me so many times I began to believe him. I quieted my tongue behind small primary teeth, twenty quiet soldiers standing guard. I spoke out once, let loose my tongue, and I received a swift backhand across my cheek. He threatened to physically break me. He stripped … Continue reading


It starts to rain. Within the woods the rainwater tumbles from leaf to leaf, flowing imperceptibly underneath leaf litter, collecting in the rivets created by previous rainfalls. The water trickles through roots, seeping deep into the earth as it obeys gravity’s law before pooling behind the rocky cliff of a mountain. The mountain, once much … Continue reading

Prompt writing: Day #2

Today is the 265th day of the year. Prompt 265 — Smoke and Fire: Write inspired by the saying “where there’s smoke, there’s fire”. Giving myself another 30 minutes to write today. ***** “What is going ON today?!” yells the woman behind the wheel of the car as she slams both palms against the top of … Continue reading