Written on 6/26/24, 3:30 p.m., during the 2024 New Orleans Writing Marathon, at ‘The Vampire Café.’ Solo writing session. The sky drips, the sun dries
Written on 6/25/24, at the New Orleans Police Station on Royal St.in the French Quarter, with fellow writers during the 2024 New Orleans Writing Marathon,
Seeking: Fellow vampire. Loyal. Heavy drinker.
Along an English beach she came at hand. Fair maiden in a decade’s mourning gloom. Then spied she did, a bottle on the sand. A
“What’s the drinking game of the week?” the bow-tie wearing bartender asked his lone patron, a regular named Donny who’d arrived in a decidedly more
This piece was written for a writing contest. My prompts were Romance (genre), hard-boiled eggs (object), and climbed (required word). If you haven’t tried these
Something in the way he asked the question made Pax frown. “I feel there’s some sort of catch,” she said, eyeing the shifty-looking kid. “No,
Teddy stood at the altar and watched his bride-to-be appear through the beveled double glass doors, the white satin train from her gown flowing out
This story is from the fiction contest NYC Midnight. They run different contests throughout the year with different groups of writers given prompts on genre,
I look across our cage as mother comforts my eleven siblings, all younger than me and all badly frightened. As they should be. We’ve all
