Crimson’s Creative Challenge: The Web

Crimson’s Creative Challenge posts a photo prompt each week to inspire our creativity. Here is my short story: “She did this? But why?” “A butterfly got caught in the web and the spider… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: The Briefcase

There’s his briefcase. Seems he’s always looking for that thing. It holds all his most valuable papers, such as his colored drawings of the strange creatures and characters he’s created. He talks about… Continue reading →

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #50

I couldn’t believe it. I’d married royalty. A fine carriage, inlaid with gold and precious jewels, carried me through the gates into his estate. I was completely unaware when those gates closed I’d… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Aliens

“I don’t want to go.” “Why not?” “Aliens.” “You have too much imagination.” “Those round thingies will beam me up. Aliens will eat me.” “Just you? Not me.” “You’re too gristly.” “I know… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: Lines

After WWII, Gladden stood in the unemployment line for three days. He’d been smarter than most of his high school teachers, bosses, sergeant, and lieutenant. He’d had enough of standing in line. He… Continue reading →

Crimson’s Creative Challenge: Just One More

“You’ll love it,” he promised. “Five miles of beauty.” I should have known better. I trusted him anyway. “Just one more hill,” he’d said three times so far. I should have known better… Continue reading →

Sunday Photo Fiction: Aliens

“Aliens!” “Oh my.” “Aliens coming. Lot’s of them.” “Where?” “Outside. They come to suck out our brains.” “Oh my.” “Then they suck the juices from our bellies. Then they’ll eat us.” “Oh My.”… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Dinner

“What a day. The only thing that kept me going was your love,” he said. “I’m starving. The kitchen is the center of the house. I remember many happy days in my mother’s… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneers: Glasses

Mimi stood on the porch patting her head. “What?” Tom asked. “I forgot where I left my glasses.” “Where were you last?” “Kitchen.” Kitchen was clean except for one cup of tea. “Found… Continue reading →

Friday Fictioneer: Yes

“What happened to it? It didn’t look like that when I gave it to you.” “It’s grown since then.” “A sign of our love?” “A sign that even when I ignore you, you… Continue reading →