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Featured Story - Week of March 10, 2019: "Theresa The Tamale Lady"

Each week we feature stories from members of our group based on the weekend meeting's prompt assignment. For this week's assignment, we each wrote a story about a firsthand account (fictional or otherwise) of our narrator's encounter with a person in town that everyone has a story about. We had 20 minutes to write. Theresa The Tamale Lady By Ryan Carbery Theresa the tamale and burrito lady was a wish your stomach made. She was an unlicensed food distributor, the kind of thing you generally speaking didn't want to roll the dice on. But past midnight idling in a parking lot waiting for blood alcohol levels to drop to acceptable levels or gathered outside sleeping strip malls her patchwork Hond

Featured Stories, Week of February 17, 2019 Part Two: "The Wall"

Each week we feature stories from members of our group based on the weekend meeting's prompt assignment. For our February 16th meeting, we used the Barnstormer app to select three subjects, then wrote for 20 minutes including those prompts and "something about a wall," as instructed by Erik Day. Bernard and Shella By Roxas Cole Prompts: 1) Odd couple 2) Royal 3) Wizard “Bernard, I think it’s this way,” Shella said as she passed a troll frozen in stone. “We’ve passed this troll before, I just know it.” Bernard let out a long sigh, just to let his wife know she was wrong. “We’ve been through this, follow the wand.” Bernard motioned to the long knotty stick in his hand. “That’s what you said to

Featured Stories, Week of February 17, 2019 Part One: "The Wall"

Each week we feature stories from members of our group based on the weekend meeting's prompt assignment. For our February 16th meeting, we used the Barnstormer app to select three subjects, then wrote for 20 minutes including those prompts and "something about a wall," as instructed by Erik Day. Alive By Erik Day Prompts: 1) Healing Journey 2) Arabic 3) Fruit Stand It was a joy, of sorts, simply to put on his shoes. They were already worn, he should buy new ones, but they were ceremonial at this point. For so long, he'd been barefoot. When he was a man, he could buy his own, but they were boots. And now, he'd burned his boots and gone to sandals. That was something he swore as a child he'd n

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