Microfiction
TICK TOCK . Top Story - April 2024.
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
By Elizabeth Butler3 years ago in Fiction
Red Pollock
See, the thing is, I didn't actually do it. I know everyone says that, but in this case, it's really actually, truly true. I was a struggling artist. A cliché I embodied fully. Struggling to make rent, pinching pennies. Homeless more than once, drifting from squat to relative to art collective. Leaning on the goodwill of friends.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Faedaze. Top Story - April 2024.
Daisy leaned back against the wall of the window bench, the dress she was embroidering on falling to her lap, all but forgotten. Her gaze rested on the trees just beyond the edge of her garden, watching with dreamlike expression on her face, waiting for something others doubted would ever come.
By Kelsey Clarey3 years ago in Fiction
The Voice
She was sat there, reading her book when she heard it. It was low, with a timbre that spoke to her on some level deeper than aurally. There was a laconic speed to it, like it was drifting out of its owner's mouth casually and with swagger, masculine swagger which spoke of sexiness and long mornings in white sheets in bright tastefully decorated rooms. It was the Mick Jagger of voices, exuding a confidence, a knowingness that was making her tingle at the prospect of exploration and fulfillment with the finding out.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
106 Guns, Bullets, and People: "Deducting" Them
Just because I'm a hitman doesn't mean I'll cheat the government. I follow the rules. I report all of my earnings. My victims? Let's just say they didn't follow the rules. Somebody's, anyway. They screwed up either by design or because of fecklessness, but that's not my problem. I perform a service and once rendered, I'm paid and paid well.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
