Category: Creative writing

  • Returned

    Like the others she’d sent, the envelope read “Return to Sender.” Milena’s heart shuddered; her mind screamed. “They’ve taken him. I know they have!” Was he dead? Was he starving in Auschwitz, Treblinka…? Milena immediately returned to Poland — Scared. Defiant. For love. Within the hour, Franz arrived in New York. He had managed to…

  • Homeboy’s Sneakers

    Phil had only a few weeks left at the Chesterfield Halfway House in Plymouth, Michigan. That is, if he followed all their silly rules and didn’t screw up. It seemed to Phil that the people in charge at Chesterfield didn’t care about the “guests’” feelings, well-being, or whether they got better or relapsed. In fact,…

  • 0 The Fool | Wildon & the Timber Sheep

    0 The Fool | Wildon & the Timber Sheep

    Wildon was an odd one. Abandoned in the forest haphazardly by irresponsible parents — a human and a goat — he was adopted and raised by a family of timber sheep. They did the best they could with him, but timber sheep are not skilled in parenting outside their species, let alone an interspecific child.…

  • Blowing It

    Today’s writing prompt at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie is the metaphor, “blowing one’s own horn.” Derek was an average kid. He made Bs and Cs in school, maybe an occasional A if he was lucky. His parents, however, claimed he was a ‘gifted child.’ They fawned over him mercilessly. If he failed, it was someone else’s fault…

  • The King of Wands | Hank

    The King of Wands | Hank

    Hank was loath to admit that he’d bitten off more than he could chew. He’d just made Junior Partner at a prestigious law firm and had much to prove. Add to that a ridiculously high mortgage, newborn twin girls, and a wife who is used to the finer finest things in life and you had…