She ran her hand through the long grass, each blade thumping against her fingers, and she sighed deeply. It wasn’t meant to turn out like
“Red sky at night, sailors delight,” he muttered to himself as he glanced up at the sky and pulled tight the final knot of his
“Is it…is it a fireplace?” Sam asked. The leaves rustled as she crouched to get a closer look, not daring to take a step forward.
So I was happily browsing WordPress this morning when I came across a post at Only 100 Words with a writing prompt and I thought I’d
She sits in their awkward silence, handbag on her lap and her shopping bags squashed down by her feet. He’d offered to open the boot
The noise around her becomes a murmur, words turning into indistinguishable sounds. The room slowly darkens and the sentences merge from distinct to abstract. They