The prompt for day 8: It’s said that flash fiction is any story between five and 1,500 words. So, let’s be brief. Today, write a...

Day 7 of the challenge. Today's prompt is to write about a discovery. It’s Not An Egg By Sonja McGiboney “Barry look!” Joe was pointing...

Today happened to be a day when two of the Flash Fiction writing challenges I am doing coincided. One, the Writer's Digest, does not...

I've been writing each day in response to a prompt provided by Moriah Richard. The challenge is to write a short story every day in...

This week's flash fiction is a picture of a bear amongst some tall wildflowers. Here is my story. Boom! Boom! Boom! “Run!” yelled Boris...

I happened across a new website which I love. They have a flash fiction contest based on a prompt of some sort and I've entered for the...

Waves A little boy Brown eyes peeking from behind his mother Shyly wiggles his fingers, barely moving them at all His new teacher waves...

Some where over the rainbow Way up high There's a place with no COVID And peace like a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow People smile...

So many people are posting about how they can't wait for 2020 to be over. I can't help but be cynical. It's just numbers, a set of dates...

It’s quiet. Kids are grown and far away. I miss their banter. The cookies are expertly trimmed. I miss spending an hour cleaning up...

After years of hauling my children to far away family for the holidays, it was time to stay home. Both kids were in college and I...

By Sonja McGiboney, 11/22/2020 Grown-up food is scary. Why did I have to sit here this time? I turned twelve five days ago. You’d think...

When word is written And meaning is clear It is what it says That you will hear A word alone Laborious Or by itself Glorious Alone it may...

I am writing two novels. One is a middle grade (mg) apocalyptical thingy and the other is a romance. I spend time randomly on each, but...

Cancer. No need to explain that more than saying cancer. If you have had any dealings with the care of someone who has cancer, is being...

If. It's just a word. If it wasn't, we wouldn't use it. If it meant more, we'd feel compelled to listen. If it was great, then we'd be...