microprose challenge

The King’s Ransom

Posted on August 3, 2020 4 Comments

I hold him up at arm’s length, an offering to the gods, a tribute. He gurgles and squeals, wriggling in my arms. The sun kisses, then stings us. Beneath, his shadow wriggles along with him. I shudder, without a dark echo. That was the price for our freedom. Image credit: Photo by Riccardo Farinazzo on Unsplash

Hall of Mirrors (or A Mansplainer’s Just Desserts)

Posted on October 2, 2019 1 Comment

Hall of Mirrors, or a mansplainer’s just desserts

Inheritance of fear

Posted on May 1, 2019 21 Comments

Climbing rocks and a parent’s anxiety for YeahWrite #420’s Microprose Challenge.

Seven seconds

Posted on April 4, 2018 2 Comments

Seven seconds to draw a breath

Don’t Pea the Bed

Posted on February 8, 2018 5 Comments

John re-read the note, wondering if he’d overstepped. Thanks for the hospitality. I had a hard time sleeping, so I did some investigating. Lo and behold! I found a dried chickpea under my mattress. I can’t believe you tested me! Penelope P.S. Calling yourself a real “Prince” is creepy. Click the YeahWrite Microprose #356 badge […]