Another Room-101 flash fiction piece told in 101 words.
And yet another from my phone.
Just a little something to lighten the mood…
“So this is it then?” Clarke asked, though he knew the answer that would come.
A 299 word piece I wrote for the Carrot Ranch Rodeo #2 based on a joke I heard once.
Here you go, another one.
He ran his tongue slowly across her stomach, bead of sweat pooling on her soft pale skin.
Each night since he moved in the woman from the picture filled his dreams. Her red hair, cherry lips and alabaster skin consuming him.
Somewhere in an alternate reality
Haiku challenge using ‘Short’ and ‘Sexy’. I feel I may be being set up…
Day 2 of the black and white photo challenge
Edmund slammed his fist on the table in frustration. The edges were always so difficult to get right, and now it was ruined.
This one’s about something that only happens to other people.
Day 1 of the black and white photo challenge
Waiting for the lights to turn Ichabod felt something pressed into the palm of his hand.
Caleb cradled the pistol in his lap, face contorted in pain, unable to to block out the sound of the piano.
From the corner of the room Gary looked down at his cold and lifeless body spread-eagled, face down, on the bed.
With the sound of the pub fading into the night she pinned him to the wall biting his lip. She tasted of whisky and cigarettes,.
Just how much can you actually pack into 101 words? let’s see shall we.
I am easily influenced, so here are even some of the limericks you certainly don’t want your kids to read.
He kicked out angrily, desperate to hurt her, wanting her to scream.
I do so very much like the challenge of prompts. You know the type, where you’re provided with a picture or a word and the challenge of creating something – often limited to a small number of words.
In her final few years, her family now long gone, she would simply sit and watch the seasons change from her chair in front of the window.
It was 1992 and I was living in Knysna in South Africa. I went to the cinema, a ramshackle old place with the most uncomfortable seating, but working air conditioning which at the height of an African summer is a true wonder indeed.
A fiction piece I did for the Carrot Ranch rodeo competition. 100 words on growing up and knowing then what you know now.