Tag: quick write
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Discomfort
Theres something in the air A murmur Breaking from the sky Electric shocks and torrential downpours Splitting my silk tongue Frayed ends tickle the throat Tie up the lungs Filling the belly with silken worms
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Modern Gods
The fates decided to mechanize after Atropos, a little overwhelmed with the increasing demands of the job, had her “spree”. “Well, there were too many of them anyway.” She dismissed the fragmented lives with a sweep of her hand. Clotho agreed, “I don’t think I’ve had a break in a few thousand years. They reproduce…
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First Date
“Do you think they’ll let us go around again? Just look at the view!” Tom moved from side to side taking in the sparkling city lights. Jane’s nails dug into the seat. She clamped her knees together, maybe that would keep her legs from shaking off. “Tom, please just sit still. You’re making the car…
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Best Laid Plans
The plan was fool proof. I picked up the dress – white lace and satin – and called the priest, well, six. That’s how many it took before I found a priest rogue enough to perform a Catholic ceremony in the dead of night. All the man had to do was show up. His bike…
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Chicken Little
Sia tapped an unsuspecting puddle with her toe. Startled it rippled away, gently distorting the realities reflected on its surface. The ripples transformed her brother, straining to peer into the dark general store, to a boy scavenging after Christmas. Barren trees became crumbling sticks, not even good for fire. The sky was falling. “Something’s wrong.”…
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Fire in the Night
“What do you see?” I see the future. I see you and me. I see my heart exploding. I see a million fireworks. I see galaxies. I feel it all within me. I see our first kiss, unintentionally wonderful. I see awkward laughs and gentle embraces. Word Count: 100 For Friday Fictioneers, massive thanks to…
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Nothing Ever Happens Here
One hundred and fifty. That’s how many times I heard people utter it in the days following Jace Daniels murder. “Nothing ever happens here.” Mrs. Daniels let it escape between her fingers while she sobbed. News cameras panned the puffy eyes surrounding her but they gave nothing away. My father slammed his fist on the…
Kelley Farrell 