Friday Fictioneers: What’s in the Trees
Her scream could be heard from the dormitory. “What’s going on?” A few students asked as they gathered behind her.
Friday Fictioneers: Cliffhangers
Ladies and gentlemen, I am a bookworm. (audience laughs) After digesting hundreds if not thousands of book, do you know what I think is the worst possible story ending?
Friday Fictioneers: Earth Day
I don’t recall what happened. All I remember is walking alongside the river with my fiancee, Mark, on Earth Day when several loud pop, pop, pop rang in the air. Next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into Mark’s arms, “Leila, what do I do?” He said frantically.
Friday Fictioneers: Trouble Abroad
I should’ve known, Savannah thought as she sat in the cold metal chair of a police interrogation room. She’s thirteen but appears mature for her age.
Thursday Photo Prompt – Deeper and Deeper… #Writephoto #shortstory #suspense
Deeper and Deeper we trek into the woods. We must be at least almost two miles in by now as my throat begins to feel parch. What does he want with me and why me? I keep asking myself as I focus on hatching a plan.
Friday Fictioneers: Missing in France
“My husband is missing, you must help me!” I pleaded in broken French.
Friday Fictioneers: The Car in the Woods
Chuy barked, tilted his head and sniffed the air. “What is it, boy?” I bent down and patted his head. Chuy barked again but before I could get a hold on his leash, Chuy shot into the woods. “Chuy, wait!” I yelled and ran after him. Running after him was like running after a car.…
100 Word Wednesday: 20 years later…
I saw him. There’s no mistaking him. Beside the peppery gray hair and the stubble around his mouth, he looked the same as he was twenty years ago.
Friday Fictioneers: Showtime
“I feel so stupid.” He muttered, smoothing his hair before putting on the baseball cap. “How do we even know he’s gonna show?”
100 Word Wednesday: Scene: Sadie and Mandy
“Can I light it now?” He asked excitedly.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Sleepwalker
As the cool morning air swept across my face, my first instinct was to get up and close the window.
Friday Fictioneers: The Mirror
“Stay away from the mirror!” I was told again and again when I was a little girl.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Fugitive
Shortly after midnight, a frantic call to the police was placed. “He’s here! T-the fugitive from the news. I-I see him.”
Sunday Photo Fiction: Bad Dream
“Mister, are you all right?” I looked down and saw a little girl pulling at my pant leg.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The L Train
Her eyes popped open at the sound of laughter.
Sunday Photo Fiction: Sleepwalker
I shut my eyes, trying to think back to the dream I had the previous night.
Friday Fictioneers: The Boat
“That’s odd, didn’t you say that couple’s going to take the boat for the night?”
Friday Fictioneers: The Murderer’s Trophies
The detectives walked through the house in disgust.
#writephoto – Love Triangle
It was one clear night. The year was 1955 in small town, Kansas.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Cleaner
As he cleared his throat, she turned. In a large hat, sunglasses, trench coat, and high heels, she looked like someone from the previous century.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Neighbor
When I first moved in, I didn’t mind the close proximity of my bedroom window to the neighbors but then he moved in next door.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: How to NOT Get Away With Murder
“How to get away with murder? Certainly not like this.” The news reporter said, standing before an art piece that had been vandalized.
100 Word Wednesday: Wanted
The moment I entered, all the camera immediately trained on me and at once, two dozen soldiers ran toward me carrying rifles.
