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What Would You Say. Top Story - September 2026.
Last Call challenge: Prompt - Write a story inspired by the phrase "last call." "Last call" can mean different things depending on who's listening. It might be the end of a night, one final opportunity, or the moment someone realizes they're almost out of time. Write a story inspired by the phrase "last call." You can interpret it however you like. Set it in a bar, an airport, a hospital, a small town, or somewhere entirely unexpected. Focus on what happens when the clock is running out. Whether your characters seize the moment, hesitate, or let it slip away, let that sense of urgency drive the story.
By Denise E Lindquist22 days ago in Fiction
Hey Driver
It was 11 at night on a Wednesday in August. It was that strange midweek time in between seasons where fewer guests were visiting during the week and the current manager had sent the support staff home an hour before. By rights, she should be able to leave as well; if not for the fact that fifteen people still flocked her bar at 11 at night; all regulars and all wanting service from someone, but half of them on their phones where they could have been doing this from home, or someone else's place, or their car; anywhere not requiring Francesca Nitely to stand around while they were not formally conducting business with her and that would allow her to get home to her young family.
By Kent Brindley22 days ago in Fiction
Tea with Friends
Note: the prompt for this Challenge was the following lyric from The Doors: Women seem wicked when you're unwanted I have heard this particular line many times, and I still think it is one of their best songs ( 'People Are Strange' ). And I think a drabble is in order.
By Kendall Defoe 23 days ago in Fiction
Running to You
Mara stood on the pier. Her family had already boarded the ship to continue their cruise. She was hesitant though. Antoine was probably still at the cafe he had taken her to. Her father didn't approve but then again he didn't approve of anyone she dated or even looked at...or who looked at her.
By Kaytlin Michelle23 days ago in Fiction
Going Back To That Place
Waking up this morning, eyes moving all over, to what I thought wasn't a dream. Morning. Fleeting memories. And upon getting up, gone completely. Not a trace, of my running across the beach, of my laughing with these faceless friends.
By YonathanJ - Writer24 days ago in Fiction
INHERITANCE
ATLANTA, GA She drove into the fresh morning dawn, humming something low and light drifting from SiriusXM smooth jazz. The sky over the pines was a pale blue portrait brushed with long wisps of raw cotton, stretched across a blue canvas like an artist had left faint trails behind. Honeysuckle drifted through the air — sweet enough to make her slow down and breathe it in.
By Reneegede725 days ago in Fiction
