Continue On
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week:
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: It was nearly 6 a.m. and Margie Logan’s fifteen-year-old son Morgan was not asleep in his bed; a place he would snore in til at least noon on a Saturday. His bed hadn’t looked slept…
Birthmark
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “Sylvie! Sylvie! Damn it, where are you child?” I peeked through the planks of the porch stairs at Aunt Hinie’s uneven stockings. Her worn shoes disappeared from view and I heard the porch door squeak…
Coupons
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: Marcus could hear the horn sound in the distance, a sign he was getting closer to the island. Soon he would be face to face with the father he left behind ten years ago. Every…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: I wasn’t scared. I mean, sure, I jumped but that was just a habitual response. I wasn’t scared. In fact, I’ve never been scared a day in my life. You wouldn’t think …