Hello.
I’ve been focused on a couple of larger projects lately. After months of flashfiction, a story over 2000 words suddenly looks very daunting. But with some much needed and much appreciated help (Thank you!), I was dragged to the top to bask–while catching my breath–at the completion. I hope these stories come to do well for themselves and don’t disappoint….quite proud of them, myself…sniffle.
Okay, so…prose.
The house looked sound, but soon crumbled, years of neglect and #decay can’t be held back forever under paint and paper #flashdogs #vss365
The #note passed from row to row behind the teacher’s back, and with a gentle tug on blonde pigtails, a hope was sown #Flashdogs #vss365
The teacher slowed the chalk, gifting time for the class to #conspire against grownup’s unfairness and deliver a note #FlashDogs #vss365
Darkness renders the familiar into terrifying territory and killer suspense #hangtenstories 285 (suspense)
Always my theatre…play your part and bleed at the director’s cut. #Microfiction #121words
Through her newborn eyes, my future took on new hues and values #121words #Microfiction
Fat ladies eating cakes, sipping tea and drunks drowning in rum fuel these killing sugarcane fields. Sugar should flow crimson #horrorprompt
Can’t you see how the #earth is spinning in her soon-to-be grave?! #FlashDogs #vss365
The cat smirked as the doctor sighed. The superstitious fool brought it on himself. Banshees indeed! Tonight she could purr instead #nHorror
The moth said it’s safe, but you can’t look back, so she went towards the hungry light as her shadow scrabbled futiley in the dirt #nHorror
The goat bleated with intent and when the man slipped on wet rocks and died, it finally found peace in his given name of Judas goat #nHorror
Waiting on these #tides to bring you home, hoping that distant breakers on your shores don’t erode the memories of us #Flashdogs #vss365
The #moon is the only mother they ever know, shining on the backs of weeping mothers or a beach of newly hatched orphans #Flashdogs #vss365
An ever-hungry epicurist, extracting #essence: a thief of sweet joys, spiced dreams, ripe hopes. Starving on delicacies #flashdogs #vss365
No other time like #today. Yesterday is buried; tomorrow out of reach. No time like it because only now is in your hands #flashdogs #vss365
Life is salt in wounds or #luxury of silk on skin; warmth or bitter cold; direct purpose or stumbling loss. It is our all #flashDogs #vss365
Flowing between connections, powering the great machine, we flow as #current pulled by needs, as powerless as particles #flashdogs #vss365
Sliver by sliver, cut her; bit by bit, carve her; chunk by chunk, debone her. Hammer blow by blow…til it’s her fault you lost her #nHorror
The cusp of each moment is life’s whetstone sharpening outcomes. #hangtenstories 296 (cusp)
Succinct wasn’t easy…too much like blunt force trauma from blunt words. #microfiction #121words
Dormant, all but dead, wasting on the expectation of use, waiting on someone’s whim to #activate. The cruelty of patience #flashdogs #vss365
The #danger is real; it always has been. But fear we must battle first, for that lies and can make monsters of the brave #FlashDogs #vss365
It’s true horror isn’t in the what, it’s in the how; how he drove them mad and made them love their glorious suffering #horrorprompt
Her arguments had velocity, always knowing which way to go. #hangtenstories 300 (velocity)
Deep within that shimmering pearl, a thing that almost killed. #hangtenstories 301 (pearl)
Comfort in #schedule, a soothing repetition or planned out route. A terrible thing is schedule: a prison of expectations #FlashDogs #vss365
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