Wednesday mornings were the worst. They always had a way of creeping up on you and biting you in the backside. Monday, you knew was coming and that it would suck. By Tuesday you had gotten over Monday and were digging in for the week, but somehow you always forgot about Wednesdays. Today was going to be no exception.
These prompts are not part of any on going contest at Pirate's Cove or Flying Island Press, but you might get some extra points if you submit a story that is based on one of our prompts. Flying Island Press
These prompts are part of our Tuesday Fiction Contest. For more information Check out the rules and of course visit Flying Island Press
