From: Paul@logistex.comTo: My Work Crew Email ListHey crew, I just wanted to let everyone know my niece, whom you all met on Bring Your Daughter to Work Day, is selling Girl Scout cookies. If you’re interested in helping an uncle out, fill in the form below with your order and payment details. Please be sure to return it to me no later than this Friday. From: Ken@logistex.comTo: Paul@logistex.comI’ll take 2 boxes of Samoas. Credit card information is on the form…
Dear Reader, Today I’m diverging from the path of flash fiction to talk about National Novel Writing Month. Many writers used to join NaNoWriMo for this occasion, but they’ve closed up shop for a variety of reasons. I know that as a long-time participant and former ML with NaNo, I felt an odd sense of emptiness last year without the typical chaos of cheering others on while simultaneously attempting to hash out my story. I missed hearing about what others…
Alice roamed the abandoned mansion, ignoring cobwebs and creaky floors. Wind fluttered through a cracked window, the curtain billowing in the breeze. She watched a dark, bruised cloud cover the harvest moon before heading downstairs. Voices still haunt her, creeping into dreams that wake her and send her scurrying for cover. Years of experience taught her how to hide amongst the shadows, move unseen through the oversized house. In the living room, she watched the newcomer try the light switch,…
1. The formica table which sat below the window that was far too high on the wall. Or maybe I was so much shorter, and it seemed abnormally high to me. The table was always full of projects, papers, coupons, and bowls. The deseeding of figs for her sister, the coupons to give away. There was nothing particularly special or beautiful about the white and black table, but I remember how we sat in the battered chairs and discussed many…