#MicroMondays Edition 2: Who Put Away My Toys?

#MicroMondays Edition 2: Who Put Away My Toys?

Welcome to #MicroMondays Edition 2! Today’s challenge is to write a 33-word microfiction using the prompt taken from the 33rd page of PENANCE by Kanae Minato. The prompt is: “BUT THERE WAS A CRIMINAL” and is to be used verbatum. Here is

Fire and Ice #FridayFotoFiction

Fire and Ice #FridayFotoFiction

I look up from my glass of gin and tonic to see you gazing at me from across the table. Your eyes smile back at mine and a fire is ignited in my soul. The ride home takes forever and

The Rat Trap #MicroMondays Edition 1

The Rat Trap #MicroMondays Edition 1

Momma says “No”, as always. Jerry swears it’s heaven. The box does smell heavenly. Now, I am curious too! Tonight, I’m off on an adventure! This is written for #MicroMondays Week 1. I am co-hosting this Fiction writing challenge. This week’s prompt is

An Apt Profession #microfic #yeahwrite

I know she holds the king of diamonds and that lady on his arm is another’s. I levitate, walk on water, pull a cat out of a hat, even apparate in plain sight. The Curtain closes. I bow. They clap. I

Poof! – 3 Line Tales 76

Poof! – 3 Line Tales 76

photo by Sam Burriss via Unsplash She made sure no one was around before performing her well-practiced pirouettes faster and faster. Until, Poof! Delightful little nymphs did not enjoy battling the rush hour traffic on the way home. Thanks to Sonya for

Seeing The Light #FridayFictioneers

Seeing The Light #FridayFictioneers

  “Thank you for dinner, Madam”, Karthik smiled. “The pleasure was all ours”, Reena waved. Feigning exhaustion she quickly made her way out of the room. As she pulled herself up the flight of stairs, Reena contemplated how her daughter,

Everything is Precious

Image credit: Claire Sheldon ‘Please stay’, she squeaked beseechingly. ‘Ok. You have until sundown to get rid of one thing from here, ONE.” Drenched in sweat she trudged from room to room. How could he be so unreasonable? The magnets

Companions

Companions

The ashes fall lightly on me. Claustrophobia engulfs me. My breath is ragged. Yet, I move in a little closer. I want to feel her warmth against me. I gave her my heart the day she picked me up. I want to

A Bridge Too Far

A Bridge Too Far

Was my heartbeat really that loud? I shushed at it. The current challenge was a rather complicated one. I had to reach the other end of the bed and retrieve from the side table that piece of electronic device which

Lone Tree

Lone Tree

In a cold bright room, she rested between screams. “We should abort. Sixteen is too young”, her “pro-life” parents had reasoned. The boy had been just that, a boy. There was no hand to squeeze as she gave the final

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