Writing Prompt #10 - "Textbooks"
A sudden gust of late-November wind buffeted me head on, forcing me to clutch my coat closer to my chest. Leaves—no longer the brilliant reds and oranges of recent months, but dun-colored and dead—splintered into dozens of pieces underfoot. The last...
A Friend's Burden
## > A Friend's Burden > > > By Evan Drake > > > © 2020, Evan Drake, All Rights Reserved It was a calm, cool night just like any other. Zack preferred his nights more lively. Except for now. Now he was prepared to give anything for a chance at a...
Cafe
We met at a cafe. Not one of those big names out there filled with sour drinks and a penchant for overcompensation. It was a small cafe, hidden in a little corner of the city. It wasn’t too famous, it wasn’t too showy either. However, it had some of...
Minotaur Check up
I stare at the floor in front of me. “Hmmm. I can't help but feel it might be a bad idea to do it. But at the same time." I scratch my noggin. I'm in a real pickle right now. I Had planned to start growing mushrooms I can use for medicine. “On...
Feeling better
Today was a bad day. That was all I could think about all day. I felt like shit. Earlier today, while at my sister's wedding, some girl sexualy assaulted me, caused a scene at the wedding, painting me as the bad guy and ruining my sister's wedding for...
The Jump
Jane stood before the long staircase. He held his favorite sled in his arm. His friends had laid down two slip-and-slides over some plywood and there was a kicker at the bottom. The front door was open and a third and fourth slip-and-slide waited for...
Writing Prompt #3: Writing Lessons From A Censor
Type: Prose Length: \< 500 words Description: You're walking in the woods. There's no one around and your phone is dead. Out of the corner of your eye you spot them: a big hulking werewolf. WRITING LESSONS FROM A CENSOR Nihil obstat....
Can or Cantor
Can or Cantor copyright comidacomida 2020 Noah used to think that summer time was the perfect opportunity for vacation in California. Living in the San Fernando Valley meant that his family was less than twenty minutes from Six Flags and they...
A worse time
"Don't you dare use it Kevin, don't you fucking dare us that blue shell," screamed Kial, the beagal. "Oh I am fucking doing it," Kevin retorted. The corgi unleashed the power of blue shell on Kial in the lead, putting Kail's driver in the air as...
A Simple Dinner
The tiger jiggled the locks on his windows. Troy slowly inspected his apartment, idly stepping over a tripwire on his way to the security system. His clawed fingers tick-tacked on the keyboard while he ran a diagnostics check of his security cameras....
Writing Prompt #2 - "The Endless Night"
“We must perform the divination now.” Five hooded solismages standing within as many equally spaced pedestals raised their hands to the sky in supplication, welcoming the warm embrace of the Sun’s rays shining down upon them. On the main dais...
Black Fifteen
Another of my writing group's weekly prompts. This was last week's, and it was "Where do we go from here?" I suspect most people went a completely different route, and I don't blame them, but I decided to go with something more light-hearted! If...