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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 seats right behind ho...

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 her hair that the br...

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 night, the bar was ...

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

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

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