Under a blesséd golden dawn And rolling grey in pale azure I caress my life to its very last When Earth has died And seas seal their hearts I shall sail this curséd vessel of stone To distant shores And anchor my soul to the bones of murdered Gods Torn asunder in depths unfathomed Under … Continue reading ““Coelecanth Sunrise” by Sean Pierre-Antoine”
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“Untitled” by Gus Altbello
Prompt: Write about the life of a bus driver 4:30 am. I don’t know why I always feel so inclined to look presentable for work; there isn’t really a change for promotion, or advancement. My tie isn’t going to impress some big wig CEO and score me a promotion. Guess it just goes back to … Continue reading ““Untitled” by Gus Altbello”
“A Friend of All Things Tabulas” by Tom Viccaro
Prompt: Write about a school bus driver in both the 3rd and the 1st person “Theeeee wheels on the bus go ’round and ’round, ’round and ’round, ’round and ’round…” Judy let the song play. It wasn’t that it was her favorite song; in fact, it was her least. But she let it play, so … Continue reading ““A Friend of All Things Tabulas” by Tom Viccaro”
“LIT” by Jeff Manville
Prompt: Write from the perspective of a bus driver “I will not kill the children… I will not kill the children,” I whispered under my breath. The thirty-seven children who rode my bus each day filled my life with joy, but I swear to G-d if they bring food on Ms. Twinkster again, I will … Continue reading ““LIT” by Jeff Manville”
“Untitled” by C. Oliver Closehoff
Prompt: Write about a bus driver in both the 3rd and 1st person “Shit!” The bus swerved across two lanes and almost hit the median as the wheels skidded across the ice. “none of you heard that!” he shouted back to the forty pairs of staring eyes. Winter was always the worst. Javier had spent … Continue reading ““Untitled” by C. Oliver Closehoff”
“Phone Call” by Mick Theebs
Prompt: Write about the worst phone call you ever had to make I knew there was no putting it off any longer. The kitchen was spotless. The dishes were all emptied from the sink. The trash was taken out. All of the questionable food in my fridge was unceremoniously dumped. The floor was swept and … Continue reading ““Phone Call” by Mick Theebs”