“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do it, not really. I mean, I considered it, but the possibility of death was slight.” The full moon makes no reply. “Okay, then. Thanks for listening.” Photo taken for Wordsmith Studio Prompt: The Moon on May 24, 2013 at 11:44PM EST, with a Pentax…
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Making Love in the Library
“Please?” “No, Alex. Absolutely not.” Mary slammed the book, and returned it to the shelf. He pressed his body against hers, breathing heavily in her ear. “Well… maybe,” she sighed. “Just this once.” This 33-word flash fiction story was inspired by Trifextra 67: Onomatopoeia.This photo was inspired by two photo…
What Would Happen…
A stranger's green eyes glanced in my direction. I pressed the elevator button, diamond-encrusted wedding set throwing sparks. After depressing another button, his hand brushed mine. Then, my tongue slipped past his lips. This 33 word flash fiction was written for Trifextra Week 65: use a hyphenated compound modifier. Inspired…
The Secret Eater
I started collecting secrets when I was just six years old. At least, that’s the first one I can remember. I collected secrets like other boys collected marbles. I even kept them in an old milk jug, at first. They sparkled for me, mostly greens and blues. The prettiest ones…
My 100th Post: Lost…
The first thing I remember is the sound of the machines. (Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.) Then, a rustle and a whisper. “Carrie, page Dr. Allen. I think Liv’s waking up. Her color is much better.” The door closed softly. (Click.) I opened my eyes, and immediately scrunched them closed again…
Never Again
“I can’t do this anymore.” Martha wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I won’t cry my heart out, waiting for you at night, anymore.” She rolled his body into the river. “Never again.” This 33 word flash fiction story (with an idiom) was written for Trifecta: Trifextra Week 61. Check…
Grammy’s Tomato Soup
I laid on the bed, staring out the window as the sun started to set. It was all I could bear to do. I saw him in everything. When I closed my eyes, his lopsided smile lit up his eyes. When I went outside, the sun was the warmth of…
Crossroads
“About time…” Christy rolled her eyes with a huff. “Don’t start.” Sam slammed the door of Christy's old beater and buckled in as she pulled away from his house. “I’ve had enough this morning from my mom.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “We’re gonna be late…