The Inktober prompts that inspired this piece were trap, dizzy, coral, sleep, chef, rip and dig. Frustrated with incompetent workers and suffocating in the heat of the kitchen, the chef stormed out of the restaurant’s […]
The Inktober prompts that inspired this piece were disgusting, slippery, dune, armor, outpost, rocket and storm. You would think getting caught in a sandstorm on a date would make it the worst date I’ve ever […]
The Inktober prompts that inspired this piece were radio, blade, rodent, fancy, teeth, throw and hope (Oct. 4-10). Lisa had been drawn to the record shop’s front door by the sound of music flowing […]
The wind wisped along the shoreline, snaking its long fingers into the crevices of the cliffs and ruffling the women’s carefully styled hair. On most days, the only creatures that accessed this small strip of […]
So I’ve got to tell you about these two sisters that live in my hometown. Mom says they’re two flower-children who didn’t know how to get on with their lives once the sixties ended. She […]
“Today I am so sad that I feel like I will never be happy again,” read the cautious cursive letters in my old diary. The date was exactly five years ago. I remember that day. […]
DAY 7 OF SOCIAL DISTANCING: I still haven’t gotten used to this GPS anklet they’re making all of us wear. I went over to give my mom a hug this morning and it screeched at […]
“Where do you think you are? The fashion capital of Mars?” I identified the voice through the buzz of the school cafeteria before I had even turned around. Once I was looking him in the […]
Disclaimer: The SS Warrimoo was a real Australian/New Zealand passenger ship that sailed from 1892–1918. In the 1940s-50s, a story began circulating that the SS Warrimoo had managed to cross the intersection of the International […]
“I’m fine,” Rachel said, hugging her arms across her chest. The porch bench rocked gently back and forth as she swung her feet. “Why are you lying to me?” Danny sat on the other end […]
October Jones was a force to be reckoned with. She walked the halls of East Valley High School with her head high, her armful of books organized and well-contained, her eyes somehow staring both straight […]
It was dark and raining and my mind was going one thousand times faster than the car I was driving. I wasn’t in the mood to be in this kind of traffic, caused by late-night […]
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