This story (see part one) started life as an entry in @byn's #fivehundredcontest. Have a look at her post to see some of the characters and prompts that inspired this story. If you don't follow @byn do

New Orleans was strangely cold this night. What was even more strange was the deserted Bourbon Street which is usually packed with people. This night, it was naked; wrappers and papers swept across the

Hello Steemians! Here's my entry for @byn Creative Writing CONTEST The prompt I used was "You wake up and find yourself in an entirely different time period or universe" together with @abyni

This story is inspired by @byn's #fivehundredcontest. She has reached 500 followers and is celebrating by holding a really interesting contest. You have until 13th March to enter so please go and check

All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter, Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost -Tolkien Image Source by @abyni Her Eyes - My #fivehundredcontest Entry The unrelenting rain mercilessly assaulted the cool glass of

‘Do you love him?’ Tricia asked her. Helen turned away as if to reflect on the question. As she stared sightlessly down the street, a playback of how she got here slowly flashed through her mind… As a

@byn's Creative Writing Contest @byn has reached 500 followers and organised a creative writing contest. I chose to write a fictional story, as I wanted to push my boundaries and start exploring something

I walked down the stairs, gently, so I wouldn't spill the hot coffee i had in my hand, I made my way into my slightly oversized study, there wasn't enough stuff to fill the study since all I really needed

Asha scanned the room for her cousin, he was late as usual. She zipped up her jacket and walked out of the den slowly, hoping nobody would notice her leaving. “Where ya goin Luv?” A old fat ex-rocker guy

Challenge Accepted. Hosted by @byn. Chosen Photo Prompt. Image Source & Contest Rules Chosen Writing Prompt.   You wake up and find yourself in an entirely different time period or universe ... when

The Message You sat down to write, but the keyboard started moving on its own accord. Words were appearing on the screen before your eyes... The words forming spoke of pain, loss and remarkable visions.

Since I have gotten so much wonderful support with my writing and blogging, I wanted to celebrate gaining 500 followers by doing a writing contest. I ALSO wanted to show some of my kids (plus one of my