Deming Writing Group Assignment Prompt: You venture into the world of online dating. Browsing through profiles, you drop your coffee mug and it shatters on the ground–IT CAN’T BE! Filling out this profile is a pain in the ass. I’m sure no one ever tells the truth in these things, so what’s the use. I’m…

The train ride from Juarez to Chihuahua City is only four hours long but it’s a tough four hours. The heat, the dust, and the noise from my rowdy traveling companions make the work I had planned almost impossible. I’ve got a lot more reading to do to prepare for my interview with the feared…

Deming Writing Group Assignment Prompt: Something bizarre occurs at the table next to a couple on their first date “Reservation for Rockwell” “Oui monsieur, a table for two in an intimate corner I see. Come this way.” We follow the maitre d’ through the elegant dining room of Le Bec-Fin. If it’s not Philly’s finest…

Bob tells this story from his wife’s point of view. The story of La Llorona was such a frightening part of my childhood that she still haunts me today. I remember lying in my bed, shaking with fear knowing that if I uttered a peep or made the least bit of noise La Llorona would…

The worst two times of the day for me are the two 4 o’clocks. I hate 4 o’clock in the morning; it’s too late to go back to sleep and it’s too early to get up and I loathe 4 PM; it’s neither afternoon nor evening. Take a look at what bugs me about these…

My feet sho do hurt an my back be sore too. I be marchin’ damn near every day fo a month. We drag our tired butts in da Fort Cummings after a whole month on da trail fum Fort Union, 400 miles ter da north. W’at a God-awful place dis Fort Cummings be, it be…

Will this day ever end? I’m so tired my eyes burn and my feet are killing me. If I could only sit down for a couple of minutes I’ll get my second or will it be my third wind. Ten hours a day of mounting circuit boards and connecting cables on Panasonic’s plasma TV assembly…

Assignment: Write a paragraph that begins with: The cat didn’t come home last night The cat didn’t come home last night … … and neither did my wife. The whore ran off with that Amway salesman again. Damn her. I woulda gone after her but my car wouldn’t start and I’m laid up with the…

My wife and I attended a beautiful Christmas tree lighting ceremony in Bethesda, Maryland. As the ceremony was beginning a bourgeois, middle-aged volunteer (you know the type) appeared and asked with her snooty “I’m more socially important than you,” attitude “Do you have any questions?” I couldn’t think of anything unanswered about the tree lighting…

A story about another special girl written especially for Xenya by her Pop-pop Once upon a time in a land far, far away lived a pretty young girl named Maria. Maria was 11 years old and lived in a small village with her mother and father. Maria was a good student but she didn’t like…