Fiction

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Waiting (6/100)

    Twelve photos. Black and white. Faceless, nude women, posed unnaturally, limbs bent as if broken. He’d found them, wedged between two boards in the attic of his new home, and on the back of each…pencil scratch: 1953 Joan, 1961 Maria, 1964 Emma… It took little effort to research the connection…dates, names, Cincinnati. The screen blazed back at him. Missing. Queensgate. Never found. Famous photographer suspected. Released. Lack of evidence. Greg raced back up the attic ladder with a crowbar. Prying up the boards, he sat back and gazed at the bones. He thought he heard a girl whisper, “We’ve been waiting for you.” Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Naked (5/100)

    Image source: Getty Images   “Picture them naked,” Kevin said. “Everyone suggests that, but it doesn’t work for me,” Sara replied. “No, you must really imagine it.” “I don’t have that kind of imagination.” “Everyone has that kind of imagination.” *silent stare* *questioning blink* Sara licked her lips, “Maybe you could…help me…practice?” “Absolutely!” Kevin smiled, sat down on the couch, crossed his legs, and looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to begin. “No…I mean, practice imagining the crowd naked.” Sara grinned. “How, exactly?” *raised eyebrow* And that’s how Kevin found himself sitting, naked on Sara’s couch listening to a presentation on hummingbird migration.     Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You can follow…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Hunger (4/100)

    Though her eyes wouldn’t rise above his elbow, uncharacteristic boldness encouraged words that she’d not rehearsed, as she usually might have. “Your suggestion?” “The special…succulent…tender…moist…comes dressed in…creamy sauce…fingerling potatoes drizzled with…” She bit her lip. Sharp intake of breath. Thighs pressed together. Eyes closed and rolled back. All it took was his description. The cadence and rhythm of his words. She could drink them, imagine the taste, and then leave, still hungry, yet satiated, his voice vibrating on the back of her tongue. She wanted to swallow him whole. But…right now…she was on a diet.     Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge    

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    The Sound of Indecision (3/100)

    CW: suicide/suicidal ideation     Anna’s heart threatened to walk up her throat, but she swallowed it down. Stepping forward, she chided herself for this weakness…the need to look over the edge rather than just jump as she’d so carefully planned. It felt noncommittal. Like a show of fear, when all she wanted was to be courageous about one thing in her life. To take control of something. Even if only the end. Several rocks slipped free around her feet, tumbled down…bounced against boulders, ticking in the measured way of the second hand on a clock. Each one echoed, growing louder as they fell further.     National Suicide Prevention…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Green (2/100)

    Three days into what she thought was the rest of her life, the ring had begun to turn her finger green. And here she sat, on the bathroom floor, with a stick displaying a pink plus sign. The boy in the other room was snoring. Oblivious to the change. But the girl couldn’t be. She was wide awake and breathing. Her mother had once told her everything was a choice or a prison…or both. She pulled his t-shirt over her head, looking down at her naked body, wondering which way she would go. Green had always been her favorite color.     Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge    

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Last Thought (1/100)

    Rowan, just come home. It was the last text she’d received from her mother. Three weeks ago. And now, here, stopped at this interminably long red light, she decided to respond. Ok. Glancing up to check the light, her gut clenched, waiting for the three dots signaling an incoming reply. . . . A honk startled her. She took her foot off the brake, pressed the gas, and lurched forward. She never even saw the bus coming. We can’t wait to see you. Metal crunched as two vehicles merged into one. Within minutes, sirens screamed in the distance. Forgiveness was Rowan’s last thought.     Join in… The 💯 Story…

  • Flash Fiction Friday

    Flash Fiction Friday #21

    (free image/source: pixabay.com) Prompt 21: Supernatural Or just use this intriguing image to get yourself started. There are so many stories to be told here. The rest of January’s prompts can be found on the main FFF page. February’s will be added this weekend. 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…

  • Fiction,  Flash Fiction Friday,  microfiction

    Hey, Cowboy…

    “That’s the one who got away?” “Yes. I used to call him my muse. Used to make him stand naked next to my writing desk to keep me amused when I was having trouble focusing. Not to say that his presence really helped me concentrate, but when I was mulling an idea or trying to think something through, I’d reach over and fuck with his dick…tickle his balls…suck him off until he could barely stand…until his thighs were twitching. I’d edge him for hours while I worked on a story. It seemed the longer I dragged it out or the more I teased, the easier the ideas flowed. And once I had…

  • Flash Fiction Friday

    Flash Fiction Friday #20

    (free image/source: wallpaperaccess.com) Prompt 18: The Muse  Or just use this intriguing image to get yourself started. There are so many stories to be told here. The rest of January’s 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 go your own way…

  • Flash Fiction Friday

    Flash Fiction Friday #19

    (free image/source: unsplash.com) Prompt 18: By the fire 🔥  January’s prompts will all be winter-themed (sorry southern hemisphere!), and they 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 go your own way with your flash fiction, just keep it at 500 words or…

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