Is it a lie, or the truth — Mike peeked in through the window. The front light was still on, but he couldn’t see Sara anywhere. Maybe she had already gone to bed. It was late. He looked down at his watch, squinting in the darkness to try and see what time it was. …

They are not the same thing — Contrary to what a lot of people think, writer burnout and writer’s block are not the same things. They are not an excuse not to write, and they are certainly not a way to procrastinate. Both writer’s burnout and writer’s block are very real things. So, what’s the difference between…

What kind of civilization lives behind those walls — The flag flying in the distance was the first sign of civilization. After wandering around on an unfamiliar planet for two weeks, Janney almost cried when she saw the blue and green cloth fluttering in the wind. She stumbled towards the towering yellow sandstone wall, each step more difficult than…

Response for the Triple Centina Writing Challenge — Alice raced through the woods, dodging briers and low-hanging branches. The man was still right behind her and gaining ground. She wasn’t fast enough to escape. She gasped as a thorn tore through her sleeve and pierced her skin, but she refused to slow down, refused to give up without…

Writing advice is given with the best of intentions — We’ve all gotten advice that sounded good, but after you start putting it into practice, realize it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. There is a lot of advice out there for writers, some good, some bad. …

Sometimes it’s a good idea to ignore the voice in your head — A shrieking owl sliced through the silence of the night. My heart lept into my throat as I spun around to see where the noise was coming from. I could see little more than a pair of eyes staring down at me. A shiver raced down my back and settled…

A man trying to find out what happened to him — I floated effortlessly through the air, looking down at the people below me as they scurried around like ants. I must be dreaming. No one can fly, not like this. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I was still gliding through the air. No wings adorned my…

Items from a childhood bring back good memories — The attic door loomed above Jenny as she stood there staring. She had wanted to clean out the space for years, but there were so many memories shoved into boxes, hoping to be forgotten. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to drag them back out again. The house was…

A short story for the word young — At eight, I wanted to go hunting with my older brother. You’re too young, is what they said. At ten, I wanted to try out for soccer, but my mother said I was too young and would get hurt. At thirteen, I wanted to go to a sleepover at a…