Prompt: Coming undone | Wordcount: 1200 | Genre: Murder Mystery Gavin Beck adjusted the focus and settings on his tripod mounted camera. Satisfied, he took three photographs of the full moon. He’d done this every half hour from sunset for…...
Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Drama with a dash of humour (hopefully) He seriously missed mirrors. And occasionally, Carly Simon. When that song of hers hit the charts, he’d taken it as a compliment. Just to…...
Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Memoir ’So, which gulag are you shipping me off to this time?’ My nurse smiled. ‘Not gulag. GARU. It’s the only ward that has a spare bed tonight.’ ‘GARU? What’s that?’…...
Prompt: Coming undone | Words: 1200 exactly | Genre: Picaresque short fiction Warning: contains swear words There were just four things on Donny’s horizon: red-gray, belching, oil flares, shifting sand dunes piled high against the azure sky, the pumping station on…...
Prompt: Coming Undone Word count: 1200 Genre: Contemporary Romance Please note: – This story mentions 9/11 as part of the general timeline and consequences. I would not wish to upset anyone. Michael saw the meat fall as he bit into…...
Prompt: Coming Undone | Word count: 1200 | Genre: Drama The dark is all. No stars. Bushveld, alone. I hear animals. I see people. The road stretches on before me. I have a message. It must be delivered but no…...
Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 730 | Genre: Warped humour The cast shouldn’t have laughed after the performance but they did. The person who laughed the loudest and the longest was the contralto Jess, whose squeaky giggle belied her on-stage stentorian tones…...
Genre: Comedy | Word Count: 1200 | Prompt: Coming Undone ~*~ The Isle of Skjønn. Sean MacDougall, first mate of The Flyin’ Scotsman, breathed deeply of the Scandinavian dockside air; nothing like the tang of salt and fish-guts to invigorate…...
Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1200 words exactly | Genre: Tragedy I am cold. I shift my right thumb slightly to the left and my wheelchair turns that way. You look up and smile that warming radiance that lights your face,…...
Prompt: Coming undone | Words: 1192 | Genre: The doorbell wails. A final anxious look in the mirror reveals that I look as intended: acceptable. No tell tale streaks to hint at my valiant attempt to appear as if I’ve flitted…...
Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Crime drama Warning: Language Detective Sipho Dlamini knew that hanging on an illegal electrical connection eight stories above the back alley parallel to Stiemens Street was not likely to end well.…...
Prompt: Coming undone | Word count: 1200 words | Genre: Drama, with a dash of crazy I take off my coat, the room is stifling. “May I?” I ask again, holding my coat up to the hook behind the door.…...
