A Calculated Risk by Zita Fogarty

Prompt: A Calculated Risk | Word count: 1800 | Genre: General Fiction

He crouches in front of you, combing your hair. Your mother is in the kitchen, preparing dinner. There is the opening and closing of cupboards and drawers, a rattle of cutlery and plates, a low hum from the radio, classical music playing. Continue reading

Luck is a Lady by Kimberley Cooper

Prompt Calculated Risk     Word count 1800 words  Genre General Fiction

“No more bets, ladies and gentlemen, no more bets, thank you.”
The ball rattled around the roulette wheel, jumping and rattling before finally settling in its grove. The wheel slowed quickly, then by degrees until it came to a full stop.

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Sunday Night by Zita Fogarty

Prompt: She never wanted it anyway | Word count: 300 | Genre: General Fiction

I could make out Luke’s towering silhouette through the screen door, weaving in and out of view, and the family photo on the lounge room wall. I love that picture.

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A Well-Loved Secret by Rachel Dye

Prompt: Mastermind | Word Count: 1000 exactly (in Word, 1025 in WordPress) | Genre: General Fiction Staring at the results wasn’t going to change their outcome Cary knew, yet, his eyes refused to leave the evidence. “Did you know?” His voice was hoarse but remarkably…

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Secret Desires by Rachel Dye

Prompt: The Club | Word Count: 750 | Genre: General Fiction | Warning: Deals with adult themes and consenting sexual content

Sweat slid down Mike’s neck, and he adjusted his position. His hand still held the car door handle, yet his erection already begged for release. A dark figure slid through the club’s door and he quickly wiped his hands on his pants. He wanted this, begged for it, and yet cowardice crawled down his spine. He could go home, but still, he sat. There were some requests you could not unask your wife.

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Break by Amanda Acton

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: General Fiction

Disclaimer: *Some cursing, possible blasphemy*

Chantal pushed up from the padded gym floor and sucked deeply against her mouth guard. She ran her tongue against the front of it. The plastic device was smooth, but bulky. It pushed on her upper lip and forced it into a pout. No, you couldn’t pout with your top lip. This was an overbite. Chantal sucked at it again, swallowing the excess saliva that the mouth guard was so great at provoking.

I am never going to get used to wearing this thing… any of this stuff.

Chantal tilted her head back and rolled, shoulder to shoulder. The helmet wasn’t heavy, but the extra weight was enough that she could feel the shift in balance. The thick, foam pads squashed her cheeks and turned her into a puffed up, sweaty mess. Chantal shook out her gloved hands and thickly padded shins and feet, took a deep breath and steadied herself. She raised her gloves to head height, one slightly in front of the other and looked toward her opponent. He was watching her, hands always at the ready, his stance steady. Getting used to the gear was hardly her biggest worry.

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Marriage Rules for the Zombie Apocalypse by Rachel Dye

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word count: 1200 (exactly) | Genre: General Fiction

“Did you live in a neighborhood like this before?”  Esther stared at the suburb laid out before her. Looking past the over-grown lawns, broken windows and a few burned out shells, she allowed herself to slip into the past.  The building’s roof overlooked what must once have been a street filled with families and noise.

“No,” Jeremiah’s gruff answer broke her daydream fog and she turned to stare at her husband.  In her previous life, she would never have been drawn to him; although it was unlikely he would have looked her way either.

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Making Lists

Prompt: The List | Word count: 1500 | Genre: General Fiction

Matt talked about when they both die. Daisy could smell sweet tea on his breath. It was early morning, just after six. The unexpectedness of the topic had her frozen to the spot. Usually a quick exchange about the day ahead ensued – what’s for dinner, if there was any shopping to be done. He clutched his lunch box in one fist, backpack was on his back, the newspaper rolled up under his free arm for reading on his lunch break. Just like every other weekday morning.

The air was so still she could see dust motes in the lamplight on the hall dresser.

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A Peaceful Rest by Rachel Dye

     Prompt:  Going Home | Word Count:  500 (exactly) | Genre:  General Fiction

       Martha stretched as she woke and reveled in the peace of her body. She felt amazing; what a strange feeling. The sun draped her face, as she sighed.

       “Good morning, beautiful.”

       Martha’s eyes widened. “Hank,” the name tumbled from her lips as she stared at  her husband. He was dressed in the Army uniform he’d worn the day he’d shipped out.

       “Surprised to see me, love?” he tapped her nose playfully.

       She tried to remain calm. “Since you’ve been dead more than fifty years, a little.”
Hank smiled. “I’m dead too.” The words felt scary…and right.

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