An exercise to come up with three ways of looking at a wooden egg. One Sam unlocked the door to her apartment and slipped inside. Safe. She’d made it through another encounter with her family with nothing more than the usual emotional guilt-trips and had managed to not ‘accidentally’ bump into Wayne on the second …
Juliana hurried through the entrance to the station, weaving through the crowds with practiced ease. She kept her pace to a purposeful walk. It took effort, a lot of effort, but anything faster would have made her stand out, made people take notice and would make weaving more difficult. Her advantage right now was in …
It was her stomach that woke her, many hours later, reminding her she’d eaten nothing since the hurried slice of toast for breakfast. The chips and chocolate in the mini bar weren’t going to cut it, so Eva ordered room service, and ate at a table overlooking the lights of Hong Kong. She checked her …
I woke to unexpected cold, not cold by some people’s standards I’m sure, but cold enough for here that I lit the fire early and added a couple of extra layers to the day’s clothing. It’s strange to walk out and find the air in a swamp fresh and nippy but it did make my …
James double-checked the address, and the house. It was not the kind of place he’d expected his ultra-efficient, super streamlined, precise to the point of painful project manager to live. This little fairy-tale cottage, with a garden overflowing with flowers of all shapes and sizes seemed more suited to some artistic type, who wrote out …
The cheating cow was a blur of pale skin and red hair as she flew out of the bathroom and scrambled around Eva to gather her clothes. Stephen either didn’t hear Mia or ignored her. His mother’s voice was audible from wherever he’d retreated to and she was not happy. Eva zipped her case closed, …
Isn’t it annoying when a perfectly normal day is completely thrown out by a solar eclipse. And let me point out, this was not one where the sun and the moon were meeting. I have no idea who or what decided to wander across the sun’s path but it was deeply irritating. All the swamp …
There was a group sitting in the shade of the potting tent in the centre of the space. He wove through the paths towards them. Gabe, as like to Mik that they might be twins, although they denied even being brothers, waved from a short stool in front of a group of youngsters. “Now here’s …
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Laid off from your job, you come home early to find your fiancé sleeping with your so-called best friend. To top it off, your great-aunt has passed away. You haven't seen her since you were a child, but you receive a letter from a solicitor notifying you of her passing and that you are her …
Story Engine Prompt: A vindictive avenger wants to commit a crime involving a book but they must face what they’ve been running from. Set in the Forgotten Wasteland, in city forged out of a dump by outcasts and now the subject of territorial fighting, complicated by the presence of a massive bird colony. Raf eased …
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