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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. This week we share the prompt "gray". You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ “I very recently found out my father had at least one affair, probably more.” She nodded her head, prodding me forward. Obviously, I hadn’t said anything out of line yet. “I don’t really think mom and dad loved each other very long after they got married. They had separate beds, which later evolved into separate beds in separate rooms. He had at least one child from his skirting around.” “Only one? I can’t imagine how his insatiable appetite for strange yielded only one kiddo.” “Wow, you really have my father pegged. How long did you have his n...
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we write to a photo. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. “Yes, you can come with me , let’s go get some chow. An après-ski cheeseburger sounds amazing.” Matthew’s mouth began to water as Laurel took off her own goggles and shook her hair loose from the Under Armour beanie. He wondered if it was all about the thought of a juicy cheeseburger, or if her long blonde locks had anything to do with it. “Cheeseburger? Are you high?” Laurel teased Matthew with a ridiculous assumption. “What do you mean, Miss Health Nut, you having a baked potato, broiled chicken, and salad-ag...
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. This week we share the prompt "fussy". You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ Behind closed eyes, my mind sees as clearly in the dark as when wrapped in the rays of a sunny day, and everything is in fast forward- these clips keep sliding through so fast I can’t grab onto any single one to keep it stationary. Just like I can’t grab onto you to keep you from moving on, away from me, away from us, away from everything I know as love, as comfort, as home. Of course I can’t sleep, my fussy mind prohibits the respite my body desperately needs. Could you sleep if you knew you wouldn’t hold those hands again so tightly, gripping...
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