Renga is a form of collaborative poetry that originated in Japan. Here at the INKubator, it’s a daily, ongoing event for the entire community. We alternate a pair of drafting days with a pair of voting

Benji lay in a bloodied heap, one ear twitching. Mara looked up into Braal’s glowing red eyes. “Please. Spare his soul.” Braal raised an eyebrow. “Asshole.” Rob kicked a rock across the floor. “Insolent

“How about romance?” The assistant held up a book. “This is selling very well.” George grunted. “Don’t give me that crap.” But then he noticed the author’s name. Jules Valentine. His granddaughter was

Megan’s phone vibrated. Lola’s name showed up on the screen. Again. Could she not take a hint? Sighing, Megan tucked the phone away. It vibrated again. A voicemail. “I’m so sorry. I love you.” Lola’s voice

“Danny?” Timmy rubbed his eyes. “Help me.” Daniel lay back on his bed. “It’s your homework. Leave me alone.” “Please? I can’t spell witch.” Daniel rose over Timmy’s shoulder. The page was crumpled and

“Is this enough?” Sweets spilled from Ralph’s arms. Leona paced the shop. “I think so, Daddy. Maybe one more...” A bottle of whiskey caught Ralph’s attention. Four months clean. He licked his lips. “Daddy?

Lily paused, looking back at her home. Her old coat still hung by the door. Florence clutched a tea towel, her eyes shining. “So, is this goodbye?” Lily’s hand hovered over the door handle. She took a

The giant pigeon perched in the tree, casting a huge shadow over the farm. Branches creaked under the weight. “Poop if you dare.” A green orb glowed in Mara’s trembling hand. “I will blast you into oblivion.”

If you follow my blog, you’ll notice that most of my recent posts are submissions for @jayna's 50 Word Challenge. I love doing these and they’ve sparked some great ideas for my bigger projects. My plan

Florence smiled. “I made brownies. Your favourite.” Lily shook her head. “Not hungry.” “Sure?” Florence set down the plate. Lily sniffed and rich chocolate filled her nose. Alfie looked up, smiling. “Can

“Here.” The soldier held out the bottle, his face sweaty in the midday sun. “Want some?” Dani backed away, eyeing the soldier’s gun. “You first.” Dropping the gun, the soldier took a sip. “See?” Dani grabbed

“Come on, kitten." Joe leered from the car window. "500 bucks. One night." Monica paused. Joe always paid well, and it would cover next month's rent. Next to Joe, the girl was silent. Her

Mara lingered beside the fresh grave. Benji deserved better. “I saved this.” Rob pressed the collar into Mara’s hand. “To remember him by.” She fingered it, wiping her face. All that remained of her precious

Alfie avoided Lily's eyes. They didn't shine any more. The guard coughed. "Visiting time over." Lily's cuffs rattled as she touched the glass. “Forgive me? It was for you.” Alfie smiled wanly

Twigs and leaves rustled under Benji’s paws as he sniffed the ground. Rob’s scent was getting stronger. “Boo!” The goblin appeared from nowhere, plucking the tracking amulet from Benji’s neck. “Shiny!

Lily slammed down the photo. George’s ugly face was gone. Air whispered through the open window. Just one jump and she’d fly. The guilt wouldn’t hurt any more. “Lily? I’m scared!” Alfie’s voice quivered.

Hello lovelies… How about a bit of fun? I’d like to run a micro-fiction competition here on this post… and the winner(s) will win an SBI share! Here’s your photo prompt for the week: How it works: Write

It didn’t take long for the lemonade to work. George’s face was turning blue. “You bitch.” he wheezed. “My allergies.” Lily clutched the EpiPen. His breaths rattled. There wasn’t much time. She tucked

Source The 13th writing prompt art contest closed several days ago and yesterday we announced that @nubellorona was the winner with the following photograph. We could imagine lots of different stories

“Stop!” Lily cowered. Her father’s eyes spelled danger. He struck her. It woke her up in a cold sweat. A trembling voice came from the doorway. “Mummy?” Eddie clutched his bear. Lily took him by the hand.