by sharricharan | Jan 26, 2016 | Flash Fiction, Writing
PROMPT : HAZY I feel so hazy. Like everything’s in muted shades of blue, white and grey. Everything smells—salty. I feel parched. The ground is rough everywhere that my feet touch and this so not the way I thought I was spending my sixteenth birthday! There was...
by sharricharan | Jan 25, 2016 | Flash Fiction, Writing
PROMPT : DROP “Drop and give me twenty!” The Substitute Teacher barked. Joey Johnson turned several shades of pale in the span of thirty seconds. May Melrose, the one he’d been tormenting, gawked at the teacher, her eyes wide behind her fat, round glasses. It was a...
by sharricharan | Jan 24, 2016 | Flash Fiction, Writing
PROMPT : BULLY Ow, ow, owie. This hurts. I’m holding my nose, because it kind of hurts, but the blood streaming down my face is a bit too familiar for comfort. This is bad. This is actually bad, because if I get hurt any more than this—other people are going to get...
by sharricharan | Jan 23, 2016 | Uncategorized, Updates, Writing
A/N: Good morning everyone! (or good afternoon, if you rather, as it’s practically lunch here in my snowy corner of the world). This year, I have endeavored to start off by writing little bits and pieces everywhere that I can. Open Skies is one of those...
by sharricharan | Jan 23, 2016 | Flash Fiction, Writing
PROMPT : POINT The Principal sat back, lecture delivered, cheeks red and flushed, one finger tugging at his collar. “And your father can answer to the school board!” He finished, beady eyes narrowing to identical slits. I stared calmly back, wondering whether my...
by sharricharan | Jan 22, 2016 | Flash Fiction, Writing
PROMPT : SCENT Steel and roses. That’s what she smelled like, at least, to my uneducated nose. I only knew that she was always there when I needed her and that she was everything I wanted to be when I grew up. “Lady Herrington?” Maid Louisa stood outside of the door,...
