What a waste of an amazing talent. There are some vices (in my mind) that shouldn't be indulged in. I never saw the allure of needles to get a high. It's just too dangerous, but maybe that's the hook.
R.I.P.
I wish I could watch it. There doesn't seem to be any reliable channels in my area that features rugby. I've seen only part of one game before and loved it. It's a shame it's not very accessible in the U.S. I could really get into it.
If anyone has any ideas on how to view games here in the U.S. I would be very grateful.
Gratz, Wayne for being the one featured for a change!
It has to happen once in a while since you're so good to prepare this for us every week. Great prompt and response!
I haven't read the book, but I doubt I'll see it in the theatre. I don't need witnesses to the crying mess I might be by the end. Nope. It's a rental...
Thanks, Ron. I'm glad you liked it. I like when my prompts have the option of expansion in something more. I think of all of them as a scene in a potentially bigger story.
This was a great series of Q & A. Nice work, Myiege and Cassie. In case I'm not around during the live portion of our interview, I leave the following:
Save Tonight was a FANTASTIC short that would be nominated for Best Anthology (and probably win) if it wasn't a Premium content piece. I know the prompt that began it was "Wishing Well." Beyond that prompt, what was the train of thoughts/ideas that made you write such a powerful and touching piece of fiction?
Does this mean we get bigger chapters on the weekend and 1k chapters during the week for the Wed. Briefs?
Loving this. Seriously. Benny always had my interest with his sad, dark tale. Looking forward to more.
Nice imagery of a scene that we can all sympathize over in one shape or form. Great situation. The couple's interaction on the phone over the change of evening plans was perfect. Nice work.
Me either. It's sad how many use that as their "probable cause" to do whatever they want. But I still don't feel any sympathy for Bieber, he's a train wreck waiting to happen.
The scent of sweet bread tortured me as I pulled on my tee shirt in my hurry to get ready. I was going to be late and Tommy had been baking, which was just my luck since I didn't have time for breakfast. I threw my bag over my shoulder as I shot down the hallway. Maybe I'd get lucky and there would be a chance to get a slice to go.
When I made it into the kitchen there stood my roommate mixing batter with a dejected look on his face. Five loaves of various breads lined the counter, more than wh