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Writing Prompt: Tom PERLA Saturday afternoon, I found myself sitting beside Jax at the Ranger’s Stadium in Arlington.  He had gotten us s...

Prompt: Aww, you’re so cute when you… “I don’t get paid enough for this,” Corinne mumbled to herself as she wiped mashed potatoes out of ...

Prompt: There was nothing left The following night, Melissa again found herself seated at a wooden table in the corner of O’Shea’s.  That...

Writing Prompt: “Please,” she begged. Melissa sat on the bench of her second-story bay window and stared out into the dark night that clo...

It’s been a pleasure doing business. Clara strolled down the sidewalk past the shops that lined the street parallel to the university.  I...

“Ugh,” she groaned. From an archway that divided the foyer and the barroom, Sharla’s nose flared taking in the mixture of cheap colognes,...