Book, Possessed

Book, Possessed My partner Mickey and I were on our regular beat when we got called to a bakery around mid-morning. It was the one on 5th with the croissants the size of your head. We arrived to find a book lying on the ground and a small crowd around it like it was a…

Evening Concert at False Alarm City

Evening Concert at False Alarm City Two wires lead from the ground, the only link to the people below. I connect my guitar and microphone. “How’s the weather in there today?” I ask. Last year, we thought an asteroid was going to kill us all. 100 super-rich preppers descended to their bunker and sealed the…

Tomblr

This is intake week at our university, meaning it’s the busiest week of the year. I’ll try to read other people’s stories if I can though. I looked up the story I wrote for this prompt 10 years ago, but didn’t like it as much, so I wrote a new story for it. Tomblr “Aww,…

Layover and Over

This story is written as a response to the Muse on Monday writing prompt for July 21, 2025: Write a story about a liminal space. Layover and Over Airlines hate this one hack and it’s totally legal. Go for it if you have a few extra days to spend. It all started when I was trying to…

Super Commute

Super Commute “Begone, dastardly Crabman!” “It is you, Captain Buffalo, who will soon be cooked.” I looked away from the superbeing duel causing a traffic jam on the bridge in front of me. —Gonna be late, I texted my boss. Bridge fight. —You took the bridge? You know that’s a magnet for epic showdowns. Take…

A Key Problem

A Key Problem “Why?” A shouted. “Nah, Y is up there,” said A’s neighbor, who was always a smart-S. The writer using the typewriter was writing a fantasy story. “Abracadabra!” they heard him murmur. A groaned as he got hit on the head five times in quick succession. “Quiet,” Z grumbled from just below. “I…

Cookipocalypse

This is a response to the January 27, 2025 Muse on Monday writing prompt. Cookipocalypse Dude, there’s only one cookie left, Grant texted me. No. No no no no no. These weren’t just any cookies, these were Brenda’s chocolate chip supreme cookies. They weighed half a pound each and she only made them a few…

Tunnel of … Something

Tunnel of … Something Hannah and Brett floated on a small boat through the dark tunnel. Pop music played softly. They passed a TV showing a baseball game. “You doing okay?” Brett asked. “Yeah.” “You think it’ll rain tomorrow?” “Maybe. Ugh, I need to think of something for supper tonight.” “Get a pizza.” “I’ll just…

The Universe and I

This story is a response to the Muse on Monday writing prompt from January 6, 2025. The Universe and I It was January 1, 2025, and I decided I was going to make a New Years resolution. I hadn’t done that in a while but here it was a new year, and I wanted to…

Jeff’s Bucket List

Jeff’s Bucket List “Hi Mom! There you are. Jeff! I got Mom on Facetime. We’re at that monkey hot spring in Japan, Mom. The one on Jeff’s bucket list. Okay, there he goes. You see him? The monkeys look nervous. Okay, a few are coming over. They’re climbing on him. Oops, they’re holding him under…