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Output from a writing group, based on one picture taken a long time ago. Stefanos looked at his watch, then again to make sure he saw it right the first time, then cursed under his breath and walked faster. The sun glared at him, making his shirt stick to his shoulders and back. Without looking he knew that the fabric would be visibly staining. It was unlikely he would have time to straighten his appearance in a chilled bathroom at his destination in the steel tower he could

Lucca We push and mold and shape our loneliness into many different forms. I fear what I might bring into this world were I to be left...

An occasionally fictional piece written for Redbud Writing Project's Braided Prose Class (8-2023) The road that brings you to Ely is a...

From a prompt conducted with the Gotham Writer's Workshop. The J had just pulled away from Bowery a few minutes before. The lights in the...

From a prompt session conducted with the Gotham Writer's Workshop. Fluorescent lighting wasn’t designed by anyone that cared very much...

An entry to Writer's Digest (edited). Who was that gateway drug to adulthood for you? I had assumed that the subject of the painting...

This is an excerpt of a travel diary - very interesting trip. Much more is available on the people I got to know; small, ring-tailed...

The custodian mostly stripped in front of the bathroom mirror, which made him remember to exercise – later – and then mechanically...

This short fiction began as a response to a prompt from Writer's Digest: develop a 500-word (or less) sketch involving an heirloom item...