She was settling to a decent rhythm on the swings when she heard the scream. There stood a man, hooded, bloody knife in hand. Then he turned and saw her. This is written for #MicroMondays 10. The challenge this week
This is the first ever guest post on my blog. I am truly excited that it is by the talented writer, Vanessa Rowe. Presenting her micro tale. She was ignorant to the stray hair that fluttered across her creased brow.
Hey! This week’s prompt on MicroMondays is taken from the Famous Five Series by Enid Blyton. Remember them? My childhood wouldn’t have been complete without them or the other Enid Blyton series like The Five Find-Outers, Secret Seven, Mallory Towers
Dead. Zombie walking through this forsaken existence, I haunt our old haunts to re-live memories that haunt me. The kiss goodbye. The knock on the door. The 21-gun salute. I’m a ghost, though no body will be found. Written for
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