Manipulated; No longer Kneaded: The Artist's Friend
Open the container, let me out. Thank you. It’s been cramped in there. I really need to have a good stretch. Your hands look strong, powerful. I hope we can…
From the Other Perspective
Have you ever wondered what life was like for lamps? Was it boring? Did they feel angst? What about pencils? How do they live their lives? What do they feel? You tell me. Write a ficly about life from the perspective of an inanimate object. It can be any inanimate object, just be creative. Good luck!
Challengers
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How does it feel, to have chronic, explosive flatulence, with no relief for relative eons? Eternal shame. Foetid frustration. Monstrous anger. That my noxious…
Love Lost
The roof slid open and her weave tensed with a painful twist of hope. Six of her people tumbled in, layering upon the crowd already in residence. It took only…
She Drives Me Crazy
Good morning. Come in won’t you. Please, have a seat. Ah, thank you. You know, that key of yours really gets me going! Speaking of going... What’s it going to…
Pen
I’m tired: I spew out my insides, paint the peripheral world a murky, inky black, just to illustrate your sorrows every day, every night. I’m wondering when…