CLOUDS FLOCK TOGETHER LIKE MEAN GIRLS plotting to rain on my parade. De-coated, but not defeated, I phone my evil daughter. I practice sounding stern and cold and calm: “I want my coat back.” Voice mail.

As some of you are aware, the first episode of our webcast - the debut no less - was not recorded because silly me forgot to hit the record button. WELL NOT THIS TIME! This time, I present to you: the

We have a winner! All the entries are fantastic, but we had to pick just one. Congratulations , @thinknzombie! I like BBQ, but not when I’m the main course. They hung me by my toenails over a fire, and

A short story by Guy T. Martland You start with a blog. Maybe put some of your writing up there, try and entice a few people with some interesting posts and a few photos. You spend ages scouring the blog’s

A few weeks ago I ran my first Art Prompt writing contest. It was a great success and I received many entries. Last week I ran my first Art contest, seeking a piece for this next writing contest. The winner

This is a story I've just written for @CarolKean's Mad Cow Contest. I had at first toyed with a bleak idea involving prions and revenge in some kind of laboratory setting, but this struck and just seemed

OK, first off, @swelker101 is on the radio right now with his lovely lady friend @isaria! You should tune in for the second half of his show and check out his cleverness. Second off I'm going live after

A short story by Guy T. Martland.          The waitress drifted lazily across the café, shoving the filter coffee onto the tabletop with an indelicate grace. Coffee