Writing Prompt

She saunters down the businessway, her sunglasses gleaming, her suit blood-red.

Her smile gleams. They don’t know; how could they?

She stops in front of a particular storefront, catching her reflection in the glass. A chuckle.

/Oh, the lives it’s taken…/ She lowers her glasses and winks at her reflection, her eyes flashing for a moment.

“Eh, it’s worth it.”

A man she doesn’t know approaches...

I don't tell people what I do for work. They wouldn't understand. I just say I'm a business consultant and that's enough to make their eyes glaze over and when that happens I ask what they do and everyone loves talking about themselves.

It's not a lie. I do consult and my job takes me all over the world and a lot of client are wealthy. In fact all of them all. They have to be to get in contact w...

“More wine?”

I stared at him from across the linen-covered table, with just a candle and two glasses between us. My subtle grin set his signal to the server in motion, our eyes never leaving the other.

“Will I be the first to learn of your great secret?” I asked, slipping my hand into his by the burning flame. He squeezed gently, then stroked the back of my hand with his thumb.

“Ah, that.” And I t...

You’re like the snow—beautiful, but cold.

 White, bright, soft—yet it melts away.

You’re like the sky—vast, but unreachable.

 Blue, endless, lovely—yet day turns into night.

You’re like the stars—eternal, but alone.

 Fire, glowing, distant—yet even they will fade.

You’re like heaven—perfect, but cruel.

 Pure, peaceful, radiant—yet who ever gets in?

You’re like the wind—everywhere, but never he...

“I heard he bought a new house in that small town outside of Mulberry.”

“Mulberry! What’s in Mulberry?”

The maid shrugs her shoulders. “Who knows. Maybe another scheme to add to his fortune.”

Caspian shakes his head as he overhears the maids talking.

It’s true, he did buy a new house in the small town of Mulberry. He started to hate the loud city, with bustling traffic and smoggy air.

Quietness w...

Marla always had a knack for landing on her feet, even when the ground was made of quicksand. I met her back when we were both broke enough to call a half-empty pack of smokes dinner. She had that kind of charm that made men forgive her before they knew what she’d done wrong. Then she vanished for a year. When she came back, she was all shine, new car, high-rise apartment, clothes that whispered ...

Hector Hech found the leprechaun in the alleyway behind the $5 Laundromat (cleverly named Lana$ Laundromat5) and the sex shop that opened at bizarre hours (11pm-1am). Despite where the leprechaun was, he wasn’t doing anything lude or brazen. He was just. Standing there with his back against the wall, wearing a pair of sunglasses that not only covered his eyes entirely but the sides of his face. He...

Crisp and bright, a five dollar bill floated down and landed on my bare chest. I leapt from Rupert’s chaise. Nausea punched my guts. Queasy, I dropped back down to the lounger. Rupert, my eccentric is putting it light, perpetually broke ass artist friend, stood the old gang to a night of drinks at Artie’s last night. This afternoon I woke up in Rupert’s tub with only one sock on. Rupert was gone a...

His pearl-green eyes gazed at the flourishing, bustling village below, and a smirk tugged at his lips. He, Cody McClear, had gone from the man with the least amount of attention to having the most attention in a matter of hours.

On a chilly Sunday in March, Cody had gone out of town one day with nothing but an ordinary suit, a small duffel bag, and his signature blank face. Taking the train out o...

In brownstone brimming with brush stroke of avant garde

splattered about by one who threw money down so hard.

Wallet bulging at the seams with green backs plenty.

Guy tipping flummoxed barber with rumpled twenty.

Was it pot of gold some leprechaun left behind?

No, it’s some out of kilter money tree. Great find....