Writing Prompt, Storm. Her name was Storm. It was given not earned. The name. In fact, she was quite the opposite. All of the other kids...

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Micro Fiction, 100 Word Challenge, Internal Struggle Trinity Ferray stood in her panties and bra, her muscular frame inspiring. She...

One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four, let’s go! Jenica, screamed as she jumped from the open door,

“Happy, there is a fluctuation in the power runners on the port side, what is going on,” I asked my Engineer.

To Say that Sally Well and Growler Ink were made for one another, would be a slight understatement. 

“The rich get richer, the rest of us die.” I was driving from Phoenix to Butte, a thousand miles shouldn’t take long. The radio played a tal

Perhaps it was a dream, she thought. Perhaps, if she pinched herself, she would wake up. But she didn’t want to wake up.

Officer Trinity Ferray gently closed the Squad Car door. The Gold Star and blue background stood out on the white of the vehicle. Paradise C

I guess I should have realized something was off, judging from the pilot’s announcements, the tone of his voice, and the odd whispers from f