Kidd  Wadsworth

Photo by Jan Huber  on Unsplash This is my entry for the Fall Frenzy Writing Contest. I love runways and bangles and color and...

We arrive at 6am. I sign a piece of paper which informs me of the risks of my day procedure using phrases such as “unforeseen side...

I think I have screwed up DNA. Amidst those A's, C's, G's and T's I must have a J or an L. You see, I just don't feel guilty. Nope....

Every licensed driver should be issued a traffic dart gun, to dart the cars of bad drivers.

I'm talking gore today, gross and gag me with a spoon.

As the sedan disappeared around a bend in the road, she whispered, “Did you get the license plate?

My neighbor, Sterling, complains. It seems I don't bring my trash cans up promptly. But hey, I've got a life, and they're TRASH CANS!

I am become white space.

I must bleed again, before my characters bleed at all.

I find that my stories are much more realistic, they ring true, now that I consciously add the hand of a loving God.

So crucial is Dorothy's internal state to the story, that Dorothy's fears are characters.