Fiction

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Share the Wealth

    “I’d like to buy his, too.” The woman pointed behind her, handing a twenty to the barista. The officer in her rear-view mirror rubbed his eyes with one hand, a heavy shadow of stubble hugging his jawline. The barista gave the woman her complicated coffee, and she placed a ten in the tip jar, slowly pulling away from the window. Life was good…now that she had the money. She glanced at the duffle bag in the passenger seat, and looked up just in time to see the officer, coffee in hand, speeding back the other way…lights flashing, siren screaming. Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You can follow the series…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    A Heavy Truth

    “No one can hold you accountable now. So, you can tell me the truth. Did you kill him?” The old woman’s skin blushed slightly in response to the question. “I won’t tell anyone if you did,” the young woman encouraged.  The old woman considered, blinking slowly, but opted for a singular, “No.” Her breath heavy with the weight of her approaching end, she squeezed her granddaughter’s hand, and watched the young woman’s pooling tears spill onto her cheeks. She smiled, “I knew it.” The old woman sighed. Sometimes lies are the greatest gift we can give to those we love. It’s been a minute…or two. I’ve decided to inch my…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Fire

    She held the ashes in her hand, a small fragment of the life she’d thought mattered more than it did. A child cried at her feet. A man with a furrowed brow stood behind her, his shaking palms resting on her shoulders. Wind blew the scent of smoke down the valley and out to the ocean. And the manic scream of sirens grew louder as they approached. All their worldly possessions burned, the swirling flames hungrily consuming and sneering back at her. But she smiled down at the crying child. Everything that mattered was here beside her. Touching her. Breathing.   Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You can follow…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Lucky 7

    “Now you really are my lucky seven.” Brow furrowed, stealing my tenuous after-glow, “I thought you said I was your first?” He offered a backpedaling smile that implicated him and dismissed me. “Oh come on, you knew that wasn’t true.” I had. And in that moment, I dismissed myself, too. I pushed the lie aside, slipped into the tiny trailer bathtub, and washed away the scent of 16-year-old sex: a mix of fear, hope, expectation, and disappointment. He held me as I traced the cracks in the tile with my toe and stared at the 7-shaped scar on my ankle.   This is another autobiographical tale. The full story can…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Regret

    Before I opened my eyes, I already knew something was wrong. The smell was off. A black, heavy feeling, like a bowling ball on my stomach, held me to the bed. The wrong man snored quietly next to me. My ex’s best friend. It all rushed back. The beer. The too-fast drive into the woods to shake off the break-up. But, why had he offered that? A rancid taste in my mouth. He stirred. Saying nothing, we dressed, drank coffee, and left the apartment. The dead cat in the grass outside summed up just how I felt at that moment.   So this one is actually autobiographical. I really did…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Forever

    Even with all the photos surrounding her…the albums…boxes of loose Polaroids…she still couldn’t seem to keep track of his face. She was losing him. The details. The feel of his 5 o’clock shadow against her face when he kissed her hello. The smell of his cologne wafting behind him. His razor still sat next to the sink. Toothbrush dry in the cup. Suit laid out on the bed. Ready to be worn. Forever. She’d had a different forever in mind. Placing her hand on her belly, she felt a kick and hoped he would look like him. So she’d never forget.   Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You can…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Double Agent

    (Image source: istock.com)   “You want this, don’t you?” Reaching into her cleavage, she pulled out a hint of wire. Winking, she continued, “Touch me, Mr. President. I don’t mind.” They’re trying to trap you. A warning in blue ink on a napkin next to her half-empty Manhattan. “I’m a married man.” “When has that ever stopped you?” “Just about every time.” “Just about?” “Not gonna lie, I’ve been tempted. Katherine knows all about my…missteps. I’ve nothing to hide.” Reaching across the table, he took the mic into his palm, dropped it into her drink, and kissed her. “Thanks, doll. I owe you.”   Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Bullseye

    (Image Creator: Sami Sert | Credit: Getty Images)   “Do not mistake any of this for kindness, my dear.” He hands her a glass. “I simply want to be the one who breaks you.” Night after night, she looks up at him, takes his offering, and prays for escape. Her wide eyes mist, bare skin trembling. Naked, on her knees, ankles bound with thick deck rope, she sips the wine, hoping he’ll provide enough to dull her senses. Setting the bottle down, he turns toward the open porthole, inhaling the salt air like a man with nothing to lose. She hurls the bottle before he can even exhale. Bullseye. I’ve been off the challenge for…

  • Flash Fiction Friday

    Flash Fiction Friday #24

    Prompt 24: To make a long story short… Upcoming prompts can be found on the main FFF page. Go here to read the rules (because, yes…there are just a few etiquette expectations). Then write up your story (100-500 words) and share it here (link up to other memes that may fit your writing, as well). Afterward, be sure to read the other entries and comment as the mood strikes. NOTE: It’s perfectly okay to NOT follow the prompt/challenge. If you want to go your own way with your flash fiction, just keep it at 500 words or less. If you have prompt ideas or images I can use, please send…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    The Interview (15/100)

    “I am sooooo sorry! I assumed it was a euphemism!” “No. It was not a euphemism. We’re really looking for an ‘erection engineer’. And you should have worked past the title to the description before you put your name in the running.” “I’ve already contact HR. I guess I’ll have to call them back and let them know it was my mistake, sir.” “That would probably be a good idea.” Her hand firmly gripped the base of his hard, exposed cock. She’d engineered that perfectly. But, then…she was a very, very good wife. Interview role-plays were some of his favorite.   Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You can follow the…

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