By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: You are on a plane, and it’s about to crash. https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2019/01/10/crash-landing-4/ ***** After the captain made the official announcement to get into the brace position, Kyle heard a swell of crying. Wailing, in some cases. Murmurs of prayers and some prayers said loud and long for everyone to hear. One… Continue reading Exercising the craft—January 14, 2019
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: I haven’t spoken to my father in 17 years. He was sent to prison when I was 5. https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2019/01/01/havent-spoken/ ***** Aunt Judith asked if I wanted to go to the prison on release day, but I said no. I don’t believe in all that hokey nonsense they show in the… Continue reading Exercising the craft—January 7, 2019
(A good question to lead into the new year.) Stand ***** (How about a little freakiness for your Monday morning?) From “The Mother of Whispers” by Susana Alma ***** (Now for a little bit of sweetness and truth to balance it all out.) Final Evaluation – A short, short story ***** (One last piece to make you… Continue reading Writers showcase, December 31, 2018
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: They varied in size, but they were always human-shaped. https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2018/12/21/human-shaped/ ***** One found me on the side of the highway. I had to work until that afternoon and set out in my second-hand Corolla to my job. Normally I would have said I could trust my car, but that day… Continue reading Exercising the craft—December 24, 2018
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: The house had been thoroughly ransacked… https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2018/12/16/ransacked-3/ ***** Jodie stopped just outside her front door, like every night, and stood on one leg as she crossed the other over her knee and rubbed her calf. After several seconds, she switched legs and sighed, partially from fatigue and partially from relief.… Continue reading Exercising the craft—December 17, 2018
