Stories that are generally less than 1000 words and often written based on prompts.
The Road Less Traveled Fiction; 100 words Mac stared at the decrepit road from the tree line. It stretched east and west, further than she could see. A few birds hopped around deep holes that marred the surface, pecking at the black dirt and rocks. John crept forward and crouched next to her. “What…
Means of Escape Fiction; 99 words Mac peered down the darkened tunnel. Afternoon turned to dusk and the lengthening shadows hid a multitude of threats. Fear prickled the skin on the back of her neck. She breathed slow and scanned the area. Adrenaline from the escape had her imagination working overtime. Not every fluttering leaf…
Two, If By Sea Fiction, 99 words “John? John, I’m home!” Sharon shrugged out of her coat and scarf. A flurry of snowflakes swirled to the tile. She headed for the kitchen in search of her husband, her heels clacking against the hardwood with each step. The sounds echoed down the hall before the…
Hiding in Plain Sight Fiction; 100 words Xalba crouched on the branch and watched the courtyard. She rubbed her arm where Shem grabbed it to drag her away from the armed guards. The clouded leopard perched on a limb above her, his eyes focused and tail flicking back and forth. Her father, at least, the man she had thought…
Happy Friday, friends! The wonderful team at Gold Fever Press published my ghost story, At Fault, for their October “Flash in the Literary Pan.” The link below will take you to their website, where you can read the full story. *** Sometimes an apology is all it takes to mend broken fences, and friendships, after an…
Cold Storage The high-pitched squeak of the loose wheel echoes down the hallway. Light bounces off the metal walls. Polished floors gleam beneath our feet. Lou stops. She holds up her fist. I pull on the metal rail and throw my weight back. The loaded cart groans in protest, but stops. Seconds tick by. Lou’s…
“There!” Jay pointed. “I didn’t see. What color?” Evan scanned the sky. “White. We gotta go!” “Wait, two white means all clear. One means we’re surrounded. Stay down.” “You weren’t even paying attention. You were staring at Kathy. Again.” “I can’t help it. She has beautiful teeth. But I’m sure about what I heard.”…
*** We’re in deep. Too deep. All was calm. All was bright…as it could be. Considering the circumstances. We took it hour by hour. Then day by day. We shoulda known the calm would only last so long. High tide, low tide. The winds of change. Then storm clouds formed on the horizon. There’s no…
Beads of sweat slip down her skin. The leather of her shoes sticks to her feet. White heat bounces off stucco walls. Identical alleyways, one after another. Salt laden air drifts through, teasing her left. Waves pound rocks. The sound swirls in her ears, pulling her right. How did I get here? How do I get out? She rounds a…
You see the girl there, through the window, though the frost obscures your view. Night after night she stares; she waits. You watch the girl there, through the window. No smile, no light in her eyes. The spark within her snuffed out early. Perhaps a smolder remains. You see the girl there, through the window,…
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