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Aura Wilming

Hinged.press: Connecting people through story

Stories are an essential part of our lives. They have the power to create, or recreate the world we live in moment by moment. Everyday objects play key roles in the stories we tell, and those tales appear to be endless. …


Good morning and happy weekend from the editors of Hinged!

We have received the submitted stories for prompt #264 and it promises to be a fantastic edition. We are excited to publish it next week. We are even more excited to have a week to really delve into the stories…


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Did you find yourself in an absurd situation? Did you witness an improbable sequence of events? Did you see some sweet karma being dealt out? Do you have a story that starts with the words I swear, I am not making this up?
I know you do. We all do…


Hinged.press presents

The editor’s picks for this first ever edition of Hinged are:

Curtain Call by Varey Tales

Casting My Spell by Stuart James

Curtain Call by Terrye Turpin

Other wonderful submissions for this prompt:

Where Fame Shines by Rana

The Elusive Dame Sydney by Angelique Redwood

Acting the Maggot by John Tinney

Everyone Thought He Was Dead by Louise Foerster

Stranded Center Stage by Paul S Markle

Clover by Tre L. Loadholt

The Fifth Ballerina by Stefani Vader


One of the things Sallie liked about her work; it was within walking distance from her apartment. That saved her a lot on gas and parking fees. When her car had broken down a year ago, she hadn’t even bothered to get it fixed. …


Photo by Hussan Amir on Unsplash

It’s said, ‘When one door closes… another one opens…’

In 2016, Sandy Knight published a story to her profile in which she freely wondered if she could call herself a real writer. In that story was the fateful line: Give a real writer a writing prompt like “door knob” and they’ll probably slam you with five or six hundred…


“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Yameia whispered.

“No,” Sallie admitted. “But I don’t have any other ideas.”

She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. For a good two minutes nothing happened. Just as she wanted to ring the bell a second time, clicking noises sounded…


You haven’t known true terror until you’ve faced the screeching, wailing horde. There was neither rhyme nor reason to the horde. There was nothing that could predict when they’d amass. They were bad enough to deal with when they were alone. The increased numbers only emboldened them.

I could see…

Aura Wilming

Writer of fiction, blogs and erotica. Frequency in that order. Popularity in reverse.

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