Saturday, April 30

Julie sat at her desk, barely seeing the computer monitor in front of her. She drummed her fingers on the top of the desk, gritting her teeth at the sound of the woman's voice at the next cubicle. Hate was a word she didn't like to use, but it was hard to hear the grating sounds of her rival day in and day out without finally snapping.

Tuesday, April 26th

Joe ran, panting, down the deserted street. He wasn't sure who, exactly, he was running from; all he knew for certain was that he needed to get away - fast.

Monday, April 25

Disgusted with himself, Michael set the empty bottle back on the table and turned to Stephanie. "That's all I have to say to you. Now, leave me alone," he said, then whirled around and left the bar without so much as a parting glance.

Friday, April 22

Joanne stared at the man who'd confronted her so unexpectedly on the street. "What do you think you're doing?", she spat, reaching down to gather the contents of her spilled purse. "I told you, I'm done with you!"

Thursday, April 21

Melvin had been quietly reading the newspaper when the doorbell rang. He wondered who on earth it could be at such a late hour of the evening, especially considering that he rarely had visitors.

Wednesday, April 20th

Celia loved to sing in the shower and today was no exception. Marcus, her ex-boyfriend, didn't like it too much. He always complained that her voice could shatter glass. Humming to herself, she turned off the water, pulled back the shower curtain, and let out a long, blood-curdling scream.

Tuesday, April 19th

Here's your daily prompt, writers! Don't feel like you have to limit your responses to a single sentence. Write as much or as little as you wish.

Settling into the red velvet seat of the theater, Thomas took a furtive glance at his surroundings, hoping no one would sit close to him, as they so often did. Usually, the theater was a great place to hide......but not always.