My writing group came up wth this sci-fi type image. Here’s my short story about it. The misty fog ran thick in the Veridian Strait. The water, dark blue and black, was a churning highway. Sky boats, touring tugs, filled the waterway going to and fro. Corporate yachts zipped between the other vessels, carrying commuters to nearby islands. Water taxis…
Category: Flash Fiction
Past Meets Present
My writing group came up with this photo for a writing prompt. “Create a short story about a dinosaur holding an American flag and holding onto a Palm tree along the side of the road.” Here is what I came up with: At the corner of a busy street, there was a sight unlike any other. A dinosaur with painted…
My Name Created The Limerick
One day at work, I noticed associates would call me Daryl at times instead of Darnell. I found this, as Mr. Spock would say, “Fascinating” because these people were not new employees. They’ve known me for many years but still, at times would greet me as Daryl, David, or Donnell. A guy I worked with (I’ll call him Frank) noticed…
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