Fifty-Five Word Challenge Week 11

“Where are we going?” she whispered. Rollen smiled wickedly. Nodding to his fellow pixies, only fireflies to the nervous child,  he led her down the dock.  He could see his boat in the distance. “Somewhere they will never find us.” Rollen waited until the child splashed into the water before unsheathing his knife.

Five Minute Fiction Week 102

Week 102 Finalist “Kate and I first met as children on a playground.” My father’s speech halts and he has to clear his throat before continuing. His fingers grip the podium he’s standing behind, as if it’s the only thing keeping him upright. “Even though I was only a boy, I felt drawn to her, […]

Thursday Threads Week 24

“I can’t do this anymore.” The words broke free from her throat, as hoarse and parched as her heart felt – like it had bled free of all emotion. But that wasn’t the truth. Inside, she felt as if she were dying. She hazarded a glance to where he stood in front of her. They’d […]

Five Minute Fiction Week 101

Week 101 Finalist Everything is so damn right awkward now. In fact, it’s worse than awkward when I see you enter the dining hall, strolling in amongst the other students who are tired and caffeine-starved and feeling not at all as awkward as I do. Can they see it on my face? Do my baggy […]

MenageMonday Week 35

          There it is! See? I told you!” “No way! You really didn’t make it up?”Brandon’s voice is full of awe, face pressed against the glass. “What is that?” Marissa nervously eyes the sign racing by. “Bloody Basin Road!” Mark cackles. “What happened there?” Marissa lip quivers, eyes widening. “It’s where […]

Menage Monday Week 33

I test a ragged inhale through my lungs, but the oppressive heat stifles, the air a heavy weight pressing on my chest. And you – you recline against the scaffolding, watching the sky turn to shades of charcoal as the moon eclipses the sun. I see you through the sliver of window I have cracked […]

Friday Picture Show Week 28

For a moment, she floats. Everything is silent in the blue-green filter of her escape. The dress she wears – the flimsy white one with the barely-there fabric – lifts, the water a thin veil of protection. She looks down, the room now absent of all the people with their eyes drinking her in like […]