When I opened my new CD, I found a note inside: “Help! I’m being held an artistic prisoner by my label and my teenage fan base.”
Tag: #quikfic
#quikfic 71
The boy ran through the store, his toy guns making a racket. As clerks tried to corral him, his father emptied the cash registers.
#quikfic 70
As the storm neared, Todd checked the tent stakes he had pounded through the wooden floor. It was easier than fixing the roof.
#quikfic 69
“Admit it, Chief: when a guy is smeared with garbage and locked in a chicken house to be pecked to death, it’s murder most fowl.”
#quikfic 67
She was found hanging from the monkey bars. Her dress covered her face; her panties said: If You Can Read This You’re Too Close.
#quikfic 67
Jana’s new boyfriend said that he was the Son of God. She thought a simple test was in order. Three days later, he was still dead.
#quikfic 66
All the cookies on the tray were gone, and no one was talking. Amy waited to see if it would be her child or her dog who threw up.
#quikfic 65
I left her sitting there with her tea and her biscotti. I walked away with my half-empty coffee and all my unanswered questions.
#quikfic 64
“Just keep off my lawn, you damn kids!” George grunted. That Christian youth group had edged the grass and pulled the weeds again.
#quikfic 63
She slammed the door, and her mom’s rosebud vase fell from its shelf. For a split second, he thought of catching it, but didn’t.