Write an 18 word (max) story set in an imaginary gulf named by you.
Gulf of Geographical Faux-Pas
“You’re from England. That’s the little island in the French Channel, isn’t it?” Asked my new Canadian friend.
The Gulf of Hot Dates
Shirley longingly recalls gropings in Galveston, smokin’ New Orleans summers, vavavoom Veracruz vacations. Those tawdry entanglements in Tampico…
Gulf of Procrastination
I should’ve boarded that plane. Followed my unrestrained heart that flew to you. I hesitated, tethered by duty.
The Gulf of Ignorance
It started small but grew and grew until one day, to our great surprise, it engulfed the nation.
Gulf of Forgotten Memories
Was it in a jar, a suitcase, or a USB? Didn’t matter. She wouldn’t remember anyway.
The Gulf of Jiménez Became the Gulf of Greatness
The Gulf turned to Lake, then River, then Stream. After the spill, the Septic Tank. Their fault too.
The Gulf of I Am
"Let's anchor here."
"Row ashore, stay longer than a day?"
"Well, for the night anyway."
"Forever in circles."
The Gulf of Exxon
Exxon raped her, dumped gasoline and burned her. Her tears formed a hurricane to wipe the land.
#TheGulfOfResistance
#ButHerE-mails, #LockHerUp, #Crooked, #Nasty, #HaveYouHeardHerLaugh?, #Weird, #Crazy, #Lyin, #Horrible, #DEIHire, #LowIQ…
#NeverTheLessShePersisted. #StillWithHer.
The Gulf Of Fight Club
The map was misleading, and the locals kept a tight lip. One fisherman said “take this right hook.”
The Gulf of Photographs
– S’s disability of absence of photographic memory could never bridge. (The CDs were unwittingly left at G’s workstation.)
The Gulf of Uncertainty
Rolling waves of doubt threaten to drown my
fragile, tenuous peace in swells of fear and sorrow.
The Gulf of the Clitoris
And just like that, it became invisible to Trump supporters forever.
Now that's funny.
lol. Let's make that trans clitoris.
The Gulf of Possibilities
Of becoming a father as you scream into the world. Of breaking a cycle and being reborn, too.
Gulf of Golf
Teed up, he shot an eagle. "Hey Chief, see that?" but Chief was lost, imagining the end zone.
The Gulf of Tag Questions
One makes eagles in golf, or achieves them. One would never say, I achieved an eagle, would one?
This was a great exercise, Meg. Brevity is tough. I have two entries, one serious, one lighter.
The Gulf of Last Words
Don’t fall, I said. You didn’t. You leapt, then plummeted, your hair streaming goodbye behind you.
The Gulf of Meloncholia
You called me honey. I called you dew. You split. I grew round. She is my blue ribbon.
Gulf of Geographical Faux-Pas
“You’re from England. That’s the little island in the French Channel, isn’t it?” Asked my new Canadian friend.
The Gulf of Hot Dates
Shirley longingly recalls gropings in Galveston, smokin’ New Orleans summers, vavavoom Veracruz vacations. Those tawdry entanglements in Tampico…
Gulf of Procrastination
I should’ve boarded that plane. Followed my unrestrained heart that flew to you. I hesitated, tethered by duty.
The Gulf of Ignorance
It started small but grew and grew until one day, to our great surprise, it engulfed the nation.
Gulf of Forgotten Memories
Was it in a jar, a suitcase, or a USB? Didn’t matter. She wouldn’t remember anyway.
The Gulf of Jiménez Became the Gulf of Greatness
The Gulf turned to Lake, then River, then Stream. After the spill, the Septic Tank. Their fault too.
The Gulf of I Am
"Let's anchor here."
"Row ashore, stay longer than a day?"
"Well, for the night anyway."
"Forever in circles."
The Gulf of Exxon
Exxon raped her, dumped gasoline and burned her. Her tears formed a hurricane to wipe the land.
#TheGulfOfResistance
#ButHerE-mails, #LockHerUp, #Crooked, #Nasty, #HaveYouHeardHerLaugh?, #Weird, #Crazy, #Lyin, #Horrible, #DEIHire, #LowIQ…
#NeverTheLessShePersisted. #StillWithHer.
The Gulf Of Fight Club
The map was misleading, and the locals kept a tight lip. One fisherman said “take this right hook.”
The Gulf of Photographs
– S’s disability of absence of photographic memory could never bridge. (The CDs were unwittingly left at G’s workstation.)
The Gulf of Uncertainty
Rolling waves of doubt threaten to drown my
fragile, tenuous peace in swells of fear and sorrow.
The Gulf of the Clitoris
And just like that, it became invisible to Trump supporters forever.
Now that's funny.
lol. Let's make that trans clitoris.
The Gulf of Possibilities
Of becoming a father as you scream into the world. Of breaking a cycle and being reborn, too.
Gulf of Golf
Teed up, he shot an eagle. "Hey Chief, see that?" but Chief was lost, imagining the end zone.
The Gulf of Tag Questions
One makes eagles in golf, or achieves them. One would never say, I achieved an eagle, would one?
This was a great exercise, Meg. Brevity is tough. I have two entries, one serious, one lighter.
The Gulf of Last Words
Don’t fall, I said. You didn’t. You leapt, then plummeted, your hair streaming goodbye behind you.
The Gulf of Meloncholia
You called me honey. I called you dew. You split. I grew round. She is my blue ribbon.