I've been feeling a little pressed for time lately It’s been too long people, so I’m popping in to say “hello,” congratulate the winner of our latest Narrative Conflict Prompt, and give you photographic

The Happiness Project Image credit The children played in the afternoon sun. Sylvia looked on. They carried bright ribbons, and they danced and ran, streaking color against the monochrome backdrop of

“Jesus wept, but He never complained.” – Charles Spurgeon – This is my eleventh hour entry for the Fictioneers "Man vs Society" Contest. Submitted with a big shout out to @jrhughes and to all

The music swirls, rises and falls, like autumn leaves caught in a cool breeze. On the train platform, the violin player sets the melody free with his callused fingers. Besides the musician, Pete sways

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Alistair waited for her feet to be thoroughly worshiped, until it became annoying. "Speak. What is your petition?" "No petition, Oh Marvelous Peacemaker." The Chief Servant dared to

"But what if I'm scared, daddy?" Sara's voice was tiny, plaintive, her eyes huge. It still haunts me, as my response confirmed the damnation of my soul. "There are things we all have to do," I said with

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Confession Just over a month had passed since her father had died. Elisabeth had started sorting his belongings. Sifting through some paperwork she found an envelope with her name on. She opened the envelope

This is an entry in the Fictioneer Conflict Prompt Man vs. Society Contest hosted by @jrhughes. Secrets “She has old eyes, Ann.” Leah steps to the window, her back to me. I take a sip of tea, buying time.

Below is my entry for the Fictioneers' writing prompt challenge: man versus society. Thanks to @jrhughes for organizing these contests, as well as for the generous word limit and time frame! And thanks

Hey y'all! This is my entry for @jrhughes writing contest, themed Man v. Society. I call it A Nation of Renters. “Mr. Harrison, you may proceed with your closing argument.” It was a strange feeling, stepping

Its been a while since I posted any original fiction, but I couldn't resist the Conflict Prompt Challenge initiated by @jrhughes. Its current theme is 'Man vs Society' , which is perfect for what I like

With the incredibly generous (if I do say so myself) entry window for the Man versus Society #ConflictPrompt Contest, I seem to have made a bit of a blunder in the rules. Normally we have a week or less

It’s Halloween and I’d say I won’t be able to join the Fictioneers tonight for our regularly scheduled show, but as you know if you’ve read my post, The Weenification of All Hallows’ Eve, I have nothing

Hot midday sun streamed through dusty windows as the saloon doors swung open. A man dressed in black strolled in and walked up to the bar. “Whiskey.” “Coming right up, Sheriff.” The barkeep pulled down

One Too Many “You’re just like him: a mean drunk and a shitty husband.” Of course she goes there, using my father as a weapon. God rest his dark soul. “I wasn’t all that drunk. Up by about one too many,

Dew mixed with sweat as it dripped from Tiffany's chin. She swayed with the crowd as it lurched to be let in. A sales associate retrieved the keys from the floor, and her hands trembled as she unlocked

This is my entry for the "Fictioneers Writing Contest - Man versus Man" contest. It's the first story I publish on steemit after being edited with help from "The Writer's Block" group.

This is short sci-fi story of man-vs-man in a somewhat abstract way. It is condensed down to 500 words as a submission for @jrhughes Fictioneers Writing Contest Man versus Man 500 word writing contest.