Writing Prompt

The night before they got called into a secret club none knew about. A Magician and his daughter. Who would have thought a publican had a duality of purpose?

Lying back on pillows raised on the bed frame, he closed his eyes to think about what had happened. One word struck him in particular, being called a fool, not once but twice: coincidence? Or was it the fool? The Joker in the Tarot deck. A p...

The Article in the Paper read, “Welcome all adults who want the fun but discreetly”. An intriguing article as I began to read on. Sherry wanted an adventure, but she didn't know if she was bold enough to tend. A Secret club where you had to go thru a personality test to even be accepted in. The rules were strict before entry, when you finally accepted you had to leave your cell phone or cameras at...

“We could call ourselves the secret six?” Selander suggested.

“But there are only five of us,” Nahara pointed out.

“Then we’ll find another!” Selander declared, sweeping sheets of paper about his desk until he found a clean sheet. Then he started brainstorming a list of names.

Nahara sighed, as if all this were some huge inconvenience. Didn’t she know? The name of a secret society was crucia...

The day dawned. Bright and cold. Not the sort of cold that leaves your muscles trembling. It was the sort of cold that leaves you feeling empty. Anxious spiders spun their lacy webs in the honeycomb of your bones.

Something is watching you.

It doesn’t want you here.

This is its place and you’re in it.

Get out now before it kills you.

Yet there is nothing there is there?

An empty room yawns ...

‘C’mon Georgia, hurry up - and no peeking!’

Fred and Polly had been leading me through the forest for ages. Before we had set off, they had made me put on a blindfold and swear not to try anything. Why? Because where we were going was Top Secret and that was all I needed to know for now.

‘Are we almost there yet, guys?’

I didn’t like how my words came out as a squeak. I had hoped I would be ...

This is a Secret Club. Really—-secret. It is a club of secrets. Each holds their own. Deep, deep down where secrets belong. They come here for support, to learn how to seal their lips and not let out one word of that dark or light thing kept from everyone else. These are real secrets, for a secret told has power no more. For good or bad, those words are borne. And there’s not much you can say ab...

‘It changes if it’s above the knee.’

Eugene listened to his cousin John explain.

‘It changes!’ John insisted loudly, waving the messy papers in front of his face. ‘It’s different. They pay more if it’s all of the leg. Up to here.’ And he hit the highest part of his thigh with his wrist.

Eugene was quiet, his wide blank eyes peering through the thick, scratched lenses of his horn rimmed spectacl...

“Jennifer, cancel my 6:30,” I requested into my phone, voice wavering.

“That sounds so formal, dude. What happened to just Jen and Jack? Plus, are you sure? It’s Steven,” Jen replied. Bless her heart, but I could care less if the awe-inspiring, handsome Steven Rawlings wants to suck up to me for two whole cocktails.

Canceling the appointment, I pull out the burner phone I bought at- it’s not i...

Caesar wasn’t accepted

Yet Alexander the Great wasn’t declined

The Heroes club accepts if you make history

But really it’s if your story is told

So the Allies made it in, they told the world

Everything true and documented

But before technology could recorded

The victors could yet be ones demented

Superheroes can’t really die

The other side just knows how to lie

So who knows if I have won or ...

May pulled her cloak tighter around her neck. The air was bitter that night, despite the candles glowing and reflecting in the lake like fireflies.

She turned the page of her book and gazed through the flickering light at their paradise.

Wilting roses swayed drunkenly, dancing with the musk-scented breeze. Crickets hummed through the oasis, their music making ripples in the honey-like water.

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