Libby couldnt keep her eyes off of the man, his shoulders hunched over the bar as he
focused on the paper in front of him. Striking a match, she brought the flame to the tip of her
cigarette. Smoke fumed from
Flash Fiction 3
Ice Cream Run
Theyre gonna fucking kill me Margot. Help!
Margot stood still in the darkness at the foot of the stairs, waiting for Cody to scream
She looked around the old house, maki
I took this class because I have a great passion for stories. Whether it is from a novel,
film, videogame, television series, or what have you, I love engaging with stories.
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Where You Stand
Unlocking the door to his hardware store, Don Dyke shuffled in, silently cursing the war
that had left his knees without functioning cartilage. The slivers of metal in his back were not a
welcome addition to his li
Creative Writing Assignment
Donde esta el hotel? Jose asked.
No se amigo. Soy un turista. The Hispanic lady replied.
In not so perfect Spanish Jose said Y tu hablas Ingles?
The Hispanic lady responded, Yes I do where are you from and why are you
here in M
Forgetting Your Ex Assignment
There you are, a sixteen-year-old staring into the fridge, upset that theres nothing in
there that appeals to your stomachs picky fantasies. Well except, youre twenty-three
and instead of a lit up cave of frozen-dinners, pack
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Wake up. Grab my uniform. Hang it up in my bathroom. Brush my teeth. Take off my shirt so I can see if I got
skinnier. Take off the rest of my clothes. Hop in the shower. Get out of the shower. Get Dressed. Grab my
phone, wallet, and keys. Get into t
The Book of Arwen
A beam of afternoon sunlight illuminated the derelict bookcase with a divine aura, highlighting the vacant
spot between the remaining tattered volumes where she thought the book should have been. It must have been
years, Arwen thought, s
Matts Got Big Hits
Matt Aalsma looked at the painting of the old man fishing. It was ugly, amateur, and an
insult to the great Impressionistic paintings before it. And he had apparently spent $100 worth