
(Fantasy/fairy tale, 100 words)
Here’s a 100-word story I submitted to a contest. The given prompt was Fantasy/fairy tale
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Here’s a 100-word story I submitted to a contest. The given prompt was Fantasy/fairy tale

Helen wonders what she’ll do when her husband’s date arrives. Slip out unnoticed? The door

This story first appeared in the Fall/Winter 2024/2025 edition of Allegory, a bi-annual online magazine

This story was originally written for a contest that dictated the genre (horror) and had

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This story is loosely based on a personal experience during my first year in the

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This is a commissioned article I wrote for the Spring 2021 edition (Prison Escape Thrillers)

“Ravi had just worked a double shift and was having trouble keeping his eyes open.”

I walk through the meadow holding my hands to my sides, the bluebonnets bending on

Day 1: After two hundred seventy days hopscotching through space I’ve crash landed on a

Bill inputs a series of required numeric codes into the sophisticated trap’s keypad then pairs

I wrote this short story for a contest whose writers had to compose a story

Written on 6/26/24, 3:30 p.m., during the 2024 New Orleans Writing Marathon, at ‘The Vampire

Written on 6/25/24, at the New Orleans Police Station on Royal St.in the French Quarter,

Along an English beach she came at hand. Fair maiden in a decade’s mourning gloom.

Watch the soldiers marching proudly by, Quick timing to the sergeant’s keening eye, And climbing

“What’s the drinking game of the week?” the bow-tie wearing bartender asked his lone patron,

This piece was written for a writing contest. My prompts were Romance (genre), hard-boiled eggs