Writing Prompt

The lights are vibrating in my teeth. She’s talking but I can only hear the buzzing blanket of screams buried underground. She’s smiling so I smile as my eyes widen to watch her lips manipulate flesh into the sounds of a song I thought I knew. There’s a Japanese cat figurine in the other room. I can see it through the hallway where the lights are off but the living light from this room still cast...

Amelia walked into the casino with one thought in mind. This time I’ll win. Amelia has always considered herself unlucky. Rain coming everyday she wanted to go to the park, being late the one day her boss is urgently waiting, and only speeding when there happens to be a cop nearby. Today, however, was going to be different. After all, it was Friday the 13th. Maybe this day was made for her. She wo...

Time passes and things change, but my grandfather will always tell the story about how he courted and wooed Luck the same way.

“It was difficult to catch her,” he’d say, “She has a tricky way about her, a tendency to land when you least need her and disappear when you are in your most dire straits.”

The secret was to appeal to her ego. She may seem aloof and uncaring when it comes to the plight ...