"At long last, Clay locates his favorite author who's gone offline."
She wasn't at all what he expected.While reading the many stories she'd published online, Clay had only imagined who she really was. Her identity was concealed by a mildly self-deprecating user name. Still, he couldn't help but visualize her as...
"My Brother-in-Law Catches Me on Lush"
The living room was a cacophony of activity. Our nieces squabbled over dolls, while the nephews turned the sofa into a foam dart battlefield. Daniel, my husband, reclined on the other sofa, laughing with his brothers over exaggerated childhood tales.I...
"John's morning run takes an unexpected turn"
John laced up his running shoes and stepped outside into the crisp morning air. He took a deep breath, feeling invigorated as he began his jog through the quiet streets of the suburban neighborhood near where he was staying at...
"The erotic website's story competition sees an entrant in it finding memorable inspiration for her work."
Entering the competition had been a spur of the moment decision and although Becky didn't need the lure of a prize to be inspired, she had decided to make the next story she wrote suitable for submission.Becky's disappointment at her...
"The uniquely intimate relationship between writer and reader."
After hours of thrashing about in bed, I hear the front door open and close, signaling it's time for me to play possum. Edward tiptoes about the room, no doubt praying I don’t wake. Playing the oblivious wife, a character...
“Say it.”“Say what?” Fluttering her long lashes as she took a sip of coffee, she failed in her attempt to look innocent.“Say what you are dying to say … what you dragged me out to this coffee shop to say.”“Oh,...
I don't know why, but they always come to me. Maybe it's because I'm the plain singleton over against the wall, just watching."Kis! Need your help. You're good with words. What do I write to her?""Been texting me, right? On and...
"One Soul, Two Soul, Three...She'd Be The Greatest Writer Someday"
 "I suppose I could try to warn him that the pussy he is about to bury into is a sharp glass trap into Hell, but who would listen to a typewriter anyways. I'm not even a word processor.""The girl on top...
"Inspiration in scarlet"
He stares at the blank page—his typewriter silent. The sunlit field full of poppies where he sits should inspire, but the words won't come today.Then she appears. Her red hair and red dress evoke the flowers around her. She's stunning and...
"A budding writer seeks views from friends about the toy experience."
It's time to enter his first writing competition. The Airbook was open and the fingers poised. The trouble was that the story was about toys, and as a bloke he didn’t really have any experience with toys. Yes, he had watched...
