Microfiction
Kiss Me When the Skies Turn Orange. Top Story - April 2024.
A/N: Thank you so much for the Top Story pick and all your lovely comments! I take a seat next to Martha on our patio, handing her an empty wineglass. I pour the most expensive Bordeaux we have into hers and mine. We're both in our best dresses. She has on a sparkling violet ball gown, the chiffon creating a poufy mess around her legs. I'm wearing my best gold wrap-around dress. We don't bother with shoes. What's a skeleton going to do with shoes?
By CT Idlehouse3 years ago in Fiction
Twisted Tale - Jack and The Beanstalk
Jack had again climbed the beanstalk and talked the Giant’s wife into feeding him. While eating the bread and milk she gave him, he heard the Giant coming and hid. The Giant yelled out “Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive, or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!”
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
Confirmation Needed
I wish this afternoon was behind me! My heart flutters as I walk up to the door and pause before knocking. My heartbeat begins to race. My mind speeding through random thoughts; between hoping no one is home to anticipating the first meeting, nervously excited.
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Fiction
Wheat
6:03P.M The collision was horrendous and loud. Rosalie tried to force Clement to stop the Jeep by punching his bicep and trying to turn the steering wheel hard to the right. The dangerous attack on her father only made her fall back into the passenger seat as the Jeep violently veered back to the left.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
He's The One
Nine years ago, amid the constant scroll of my social media feed—a blur of vacation photos, political rants, and birthday shout-outs—a simple conversation popped up on my feed. It was just a short conversation, intriguing and serendipitous, sent by someone who was a friend of a friend. The sender, Phil, had said simply a now forgotten phrase, but the intellect was apparent from just a couple of sentences.
By VNessa Erlene3 years ago in Fiction
103 Snow White and the 7 Pervs
The rent was cheap. She eagerly set up her room in the 8-bedroom cottage. One by one, each knocked on her door. Sleazy was first. "Say, Snow White, I couldn't help but notice y0ur snow white skin. Now everyone needs a spongebath from time to time. If you need one, if you're dirty--anywhere at all--please tiptoe to my room. I've lots of experience with dirty girls."
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
The Statue
Juan didn't feel like he was obsessive. He just recognised that he got comfort from watching her when he was away from her during the day. That if he wasn't able to return to view her during his breaks, he would feel unsettled and nervous. It never occurred to him that what he was doing was wrong. He was very much of the school of "What they don't know, won't hurt them."
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
