The Letter A terrible thing happened to my friend Lynn yesterday. She and her longtime husband, I’ll call him Dick, were cleaning out the last batch of things to do go with them to a new home several hours drive…

So, it looks like Trump will have us do away with popular journalism , and put into the graveyard all news outlets that in any way disagree with him and his wretched ways....yet another attractive quality of his demagoguery. It…

diaries. journals. pieces for posterity. Could there be anything more dangerous to write? people assume the truth of such documents, whereas with fiction, one can always...deny. It's fake, made up. No, Uncle Tony, the asshat drunk at Thanksgiving who almost…

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As the rain falls outside and my blanket folds over me, I want to stay in this cozy nest. In a couple hours, a big day will start downtown, and it will be a scary one. No phoning it in…

Hi Evelyn, I couldn't relate to the prompt today (FUCK GUILT!) so I worked, edited a story I'm working on that takes place in the near future. The narrator is a young mother whose home disappeared in a hurricane in…

Guilt is just another unpleasant sensation that interrupts the calm emotional state that I seek. In moments when my mind is blank, my To Do's are quiet, my contentment is medium to high, guilt can kick in. I say "can"…

The sun was down, but her own heat had only risen higher, as a cooler night promised an adventure in a place she knew she should not go. Her Momma had told her so. A girl her age was not…

The winter light, bending through the manzanita branches, came into the room low and golden. Glancing off the flowered writing pad, suffusing the images imprinted on its side in amber, tipping the squared- match box in warmth. A moment to…

villain, likes to get them in her clutches: how to show this? Madame Mandeville paced in her office. The last student had left, and now she was here. Something rang out in her mind, about how it all was.. a…

When my toes hit the water, I froze. But with spectators seated on the docks to both my left and my right, there was no turning back. But I was resolved to swim anyway, this being New Year's Day. I'd…