join us
{it's free}
already a member?
home recent triggers submit trigger news  
Four times a day,
we help you
get the words out.
Write in any genre in
300 words or less.
Hit publish.
Read. Be Read.
Write. Now.
I'll never forget the first time I got drunk, no matter how hard I try.  It was January 22, 1993 and I was seven weeks from my 21st birthday.

Yes, I'm serious.
At some point, someone in the house had decided that adding a generous splash of vanilla flavored vodka to a can of Fresca was delicious.  It tasted like an orange creamsicle, one housemate declared, demonstrating a particular lack of grapefruit flavor awareness.  One can of Fresca almost filled a pint (more)
Because I want to see her naked and quite possibly have my way with her, I fill her glass to the brim.

I have taken to Merlot because she loves the shit. Normally, it's whiskey or something else you don't have to capitalize. No pretense. No regional specificity(more)