Fiction

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    The First Time (14/100)

    free image source: freepik.com   He placed a wad of bills on the nightstand, and she spread her legs in response, looking up with a calmness that belied her fear. She reached between them to unbuckle his belt, his cock bulging to the brink of splitting his zipper. Just a few thrusts was all it took, and he was re-buckling his belt, re-positioning his hat, tipping it in her direction with a wordless grunt before he slipped out the hotel room door. She wondered if he could tell he was her first…come and gone so quickly he hadn’t even taken off his scuffed up boots. The idea is that we…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    After (13/100)

    free image source: freepik.com   After he left the room, she sat there in the heavy silence looking at the ring on the table through his untouched glass of Scotch. The amber liquid made it seem larger than it was…and like it was somehow hovering above the table, wavering like a mirage in the desert. Maybe that’s what their marriage had always been. Reaching over the glass, she picked up the ring and dropped it in. It sunk quickly, tapping quietly against the bottom. She picked it up, swirled it, and downed the entire contents in one swallow. Fuck him. She’d shit it out tomorrow.   Join in… The 💯…

  • Flash Fiction Friday

    Flash Fiction Friday #23

    (Free image from wallpapersafari.com) Prompt 23: A penny for your thoughts? Or just use this intriguing image to get yourself started. There are so many stories to be told here. 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…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Airborne (12/100)

    Gray flesh sagged from his bones. Even from this distance, she could see the curved lines it created, like stacked smiles in his skin. He shuffled toward her, mindless hunger driving his lurching movements. Shuddering, she tried to shrink behind the counter. Her surgical mask clung to her face, sticking to the sweat, holding in the heat of her breath. Months ago, they’d promised the end was in sight. Yet, here she was…watching her grandfather’s macabre dance. The morning news said it was now airborne. She considered her options…the ruins of her life… …and slowly removed her mask, inhaling deeply.   Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You can follow…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction,  Uncategorized

    The Show Must Go On (11/100)

    (Image credit: Creator: RapidEye | Getty Images/iStockphoto)   McMahan: Where’s the body, Joan? [JOAN avoids eye-contact, wringing her hands nervously behind her back.] McMahan: Joan? Joan: I’m a little teapot, short and stout…here is my handle, here is my spout… [JOAN dips to the side, left hand pointing toward the ground. MCMAHAN starts, his face a question.] McMahan: There? [He points to the ground by her left foot.] Joan: Hey coppa, you’re a smart one now, aintcha? [MCMAHAN pushes her aside, digging into the dirt with his shovel, quickly uncovering a bruised hand.] McMahan: The director!? Shit, Joan! How are we supposed to finish this scene without him?   Join in… The…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    I Didn’t Even Know His Name (10/100)

    The whisper entered my ear like burning lava, dripped down my neck, and singed a path all the way to my toes. “Bathroom. 10 minutes.” Undulating bodies, pounding bass, and strobing lights swallowed him whole, as he walked away. I did as commanded, bent over the sink, closed my eyes, waited. “Don’t open them.” The air scorched my exposed backside, as he pushed my dress over my head. I heard him spit, then felt warm wetness spread with rough fingers against my slit. He pushed inside, rushed through my veins like heroine, filling me with sin. I exhaled and let go.   Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You can…

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    The Voice in My Head (9/100)

    (free image source: pixabay.com)   Did you think I wouldn’t notice? The voice came from within, but I looked around in confusion, wondering if others on the bus had heard. I told you not to tell. Now they’ll be coming for you. I had to. They saw the marks you made on my skin. They asked too many questions…I broke…I’m sorry… They’ll lock you up. Force you to take the pills. I know. Tears pooled…escaping slowly. Why couldn’t I do the same? I’ll never leave you. I know. It was my greatest fear. What will you tell them? The truth. That I’m afraid of myself.     Join in… The…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Untoward (8/100)

    I’m not sure why I looked up. I wasn’t drawn by lustful moans or the slick scent of hidden sex. But I sensed something…untoward. From the sidewalk, I watched the shadows of their infidelity ride the waves of our billowing white bedroom curtains. It was 8:03 pm on a Thursday night when my marriage went up in smoke. I considered stomping up the stairs, barging in, making a scene. I also considered sitting right there in the middle of the sidewalk, sobbing, and throwing my ring down the sewer drain. Instead, I walked into “our” pub and ordered a beer.   Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You can follow…

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    Sleep Can Wait (7/100)

    (image: unsplash.com/Dainis Graveris)   She crawled in next to him, glancing at the bedside clock. 12:32 a.m. Reaching out, tentatively, she placed her cool hand on his warm back, sliding it up and around his waist. His breathing deepened and slowed momentarily in response to her touch, his bodily awareness of her apparent. Hoping not to wake him, she moved close, pressing her body against his, her nipples grazing his shoulder blades. Curling into her, they curved, like two parentheses, open to the possibility of the dark. He stirred, breath becoming shallow…quick. His hand slipped over hers, fingers searching…bodies hungry. Sleep would have to wait. Join in… The 💯 Story…

  • Flash Fiction Friday

    Flash Fiction Friday #22

    (Image from Grammar Zone) Prompt 22: When the cat’s away, the mice will play. Or just use this intriguing image to get yourself started. There are so many stories to be told here. 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 (no more than 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…

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