Weighing in at 193 words, this unusually curt period piece challenged the normal verbosity of 19th century fiction. But never fear, with a reliable pair of seamstress scissors, an old Remington typewriter, and some glue, anything is possible. Read more
Seems like we are not yet ready to put out to pasture. Our core writers are returning now that Diana and Morgan and Rochelle have vanquished those bully hackers and disinfected the swing set. Read more
… “If not, the fates with traitors doth contrive!” Artemidorus, Orange Julius…oops! JULIUS CAESAR!
That fine Sicilian, Salvatore Buttaci, has entered our contest, probably wanting to assume his rightful throne, as Sal was one of our last winners before we had to scuttle the site and rebuild. Read more
At least, it is morning at the towers of A Word with You Press. I have returned from the beach where I watched birds, surfers, and dolphins and wished that the woman of my dreams was sitting beside me, and of course, I caffeinated myself. Read more