This story was written for the discord server Nightshift Writers’ bi-monthly prompt challenge, posed by /u/bookstorequeer. As always, prompts are open to deviation in order to be flexible for writers. Here’s the prompt: Since this’ll come due mid-Oct, let’s go with a bit spooky: You’re visiting people you’ve seen numerous times before but […]
Sins of the Father
Written for r/WP‘s Smash ’em Up Sunday. Smash ’em Up Sunday stories are up to 800 words and are written to a set of constraints. This round’s set of constraints are Word List: Dusty, Horse, Gunslinger, Firewater Sentences: The untamed wilderness held endless possibility And A shot rang out.. Genre: Western Final requirement: A […]
Sticky Fingers and the Chase
This story was written for the discord server Nightshift Writers’ bi-monthly prompt challenge, posed by /u/Ryter99. As always, prompts are open to deviation in order to be flexible for writers. Here’s the prompt:
It’s been said that any socially awkward situation between two people can be defused if one of them blurts “…And then they kiss?” in a hopeful tone. Prove or disprove that hypothesis by having one of your characters ask that question in a tense moment.
MicroFic Madness: Intention
A microfic; story told in 300 words or less.
The focus? Intention. Must mention something ‘new’.
A favorite microfic of all the ones I’ve written so far.
MicroFic Madness: The Widowers
A microfic; story told in 300 words or less.
The focus: “Identity.” Must include a scent and a season.
The second stab at this prompt, this time with a ‘country’ approach.
MicroFic Madness: Heroes Live On
A microfic; story told in 300 words or less.
The focus: “Identity.” Must include a scent and a season.
MicroFic Madness: The Secrets at Buffalo Hill
A microfic; story told in 500 words or less.
The focus: a graveyard.
MicroFic Madness: The Last Night with Molly Ford
A microfic; story told in 244 words or less.
The prompt: Western Horror. Must include the words “contraption” and “saddle”. Yeehaw!
Jailbird Honey
Moving far from civilized society’s comforts for a reporter position in the “untamed West” had taken an adjustment. Elise’s parents had wrung their hands over her choice to venture out into the Wyoming Territory. Still, her editor’s offer had been too alluring to reject, and so away she went, to cover the gunslingers and US Marshals that brought them to justice.
The Re-ward for Barrelsmoke Mullins
Ma always did say I wasn’t one for sense. If she were alive she’d say it now to be sure. But Mary Curtis was long dead, and Pa Hank Curtis, too. The old marshal had never thought much of his daughter. In some small way Jessie hoped maybe bringing Pa’s murderer to justice would help ease some of that, from beyond the grave and somesuch. Anyway. She wasn’t one to put stock in what the preacher man said. This Barrelsmoke business had nothin’ to do with bein’ a big damn hero or a vengeance quest or nothin’. Just seemed like the right thing to do.