Originally submitted in the Owl Canyon Press Short Story Hackathon 5, where the first and last paragraphs are supplied. Writer A and B each pick an ending and then alternate writing paragraphs 2 – 49 so that they end on their respective ending. Below are paragraphs 26 – 50A & 50B. Walking, turning into a…
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A Beautiful, Thorny Rose
Originally submitted in the Owl Canyon Press Short Story Hackathon 5, where the first and last paragraphs are supplied. Writer A and B each pick an ending and then alternate writing paragraphs 2 – 49 so that they end on their respective ending. Below are paragraphs 1 – 25. No coverage, not even one bar;…
Like Clockwork
The rumble nudged against her back quickly making its way through her chest. Her toes, barely resting on the aged flooring beneath them, vibrated as the sound tore through her. The sounds of wild horses running, stampeding across open grasslands became a rushing wind drowned out by an ear splitting whistle. From where she was…
Changing the Blueprint
Dana Shanomy once owned DesigARK, an all inclusive shop for any design and renovation needs, until her attorney did his own underhanded renovations to some paperwork to sell the company far under market value to his mother-in-law. Dana bands together with DesigArk’s recently fired employees and current intern to secure the evidence needed to get her business back before her life is completely demolished.
Pumpkin Pie
The back of her knees were damp, as were her underarms and chest. She pulled back separating their lips. Something was different. Before Lucinda could get too tangled in her thoughts, Dave had tangled his fingers into her hair. He brought her face back to his. Lips collided, tongues intertwined. Tip to root they were…
The Easy Life
Paul watched as the large truck driver pulled down the door not bothering to strap it down, and plodded his way to the dock. It never occurred to him that aquariums would need a bulk food delivery service the same way a restaurant or college might. Paul shook a cigarette loose from his pack. The…
ParanoiDeneen
Deneen tucked her short auburn hair behind her ear. The rain was pooling in her window sill. Fidgeting with the ends of her hair Deneen listened as the thunder crashed ahead. She thought about staying in. The aches in her shoulders and back from the restless nights filled with tossing and turning reminded her just…
Counting Objects
Hands as raised as she could get them, as Sheila dropped to her knees she woke from her nightmare.
The Barn in the Backyard
Theodore hung from a tree branch outside of Melanie’s barn making it hard for him to meow for help.