Observations of The Urban Spaceman
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His fingers brushed down my bare thigh, a touch both sensual and teasing. I felt it most in my spine...

It was a slow, rhythmic stroke; hypnotic, in a way.

Tommy looked up as the front door opened and his parents strode in, faces full of smiles as they carried a large cardboard box between them. “RoboNanny, deactivate and recharge,” Mommy said....

My heart skipped a beat when I saw the email arrive in my inbox. Those magical words unfurled before my eyes. Flash Fiction Challenge. Another Friday, another challenge. I clicked on the...

  Adam yawned, lifted his arms out to the sides of his body and felt the pull of his muscles in a pleasant stretch. The sun’s heat warmed him and draped...

It’s Friday, and inkeeping with terrible world events currently transpiring, Chuck Wendig of terribleminds asks us to write about hope. So, simply, this is a story about hope. Hope’s Fire They...

It's 1926, and New York City has been gripped by a spate of unexplained killings. But MACUSA are closing in on the killer, and two young boys from Brooklyn are about...

On Fridays, Chuck Wendig takes a moment out of his busy schedule of writing, parenting and defying time itself, to distract his many fans with a Flash Fiction challenge. This week’s...

It happened when we least expected it. The literary Apocalypse. The end of all wor—  

A couple of weeks ago, I invited Fatma Alici to play a little game of writing tag with me. I gave her some prompts and she picked the following: “After a...