Prompts
The 47th who can't count.
The marchers marched, yelling vehement, disapproving and terrible invectives at the 47th. He stood high above at the window, grinning - waving as if pleased with the demonstration, which to everyone sensible looking on, was clearly against him.
By Novel Allen10 days ago in Writers
Digital Graveyard Confessions
I used to pour my morning coffee, open my laptop, and genuinely trust the words staring back at me. Now, I sip my brew with a heavy dose of suspicion. I am being haunted. Not by spirits, but by soulless algorithms masquerading as articles written by ChatGPT otherwise referred as journalists that often name me in them for ranking. I am featured rich, poor, an aggresor or a victim depending who has written it.
By Narghiza Ergashova12 days ago in Writers
My Favorite Number, 47, Should Be Yours Too
I am NUMBER 47 - don’t ever forget. I want to be 48 too, and my team is working on that. 47’s not my age. Lord, I am almost twice that number, and healthier than any before me. The BEST. That’s me. Donald J. Trump. I’m Number 47.
By Andrea Corwin 13 days ago in Writers
Prodigal Daughter
Muscles tensed. Stomach clenched. An involuntary regurgitation sweetened and seared her mouth. Watery eyes blinked. She knocked, too softly. She could run. The intercom hissed. Pounding blood drowned the words. The door swung open. For the first time in years, she breathed the aroma of mother's cooking.
By Rebekah Conard13 days ago in Writers
Wouldn't it Be Nice
Long ago, the Hebrews became tired of eating manna. Not that Heaven-made bread wasn't delicious, but human palates crave variety. I, for one, would be delighted to see a challenge that isn't fiction or poetry. Otherwise, community categories become unseen/under-appreciated/ and frankly, put out to pasture.
By Shirley Belk15 days ago in Writers
