Category: Short Stories
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Long Distance – #BlogBattle
In the dark her phone chimed. Goodnight my love. The text read. I love you too. She typed back before definitely sinking into her pillows for the night. Her boyfriend of almost a year now was not next to her, he was far away starting into the new day and…
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In my head – #BlogBattle
I knew that I found myself deep inside the catacombs of a dream. How did I know you will ask? Well I woke up in the morning, stressed, running from an unknown evil through these dirty and dangerous streets. You can imagine my relief when my mom said it was time to…
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Underwater – Freestyle Writing Challenge
I have developed a fish like skin and lifestyle. But I am not a mermaid, no those are far more beautiful creatures than we.
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Timeless ~ #BlogBattle
His beloved mechanical watch, had lost it’s hands, it was dead, no longer ticking.
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you will thank me one day
Her charcoal hair is cropped short, a pixie cut, I think it’s called. Her skin is pale as snow, and her lips are red as blood. Her appearance makes me think of the description of snow white.
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reality
Laughter filled the air. Happiness was upon them. Everything was perfect. “I love you!” she mouthed as she picked up their youngest child. He got up to join his family by the slide in the park. At that moment, gravity started to evaporate, he was loosing his balance. Gasping for air he,…
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A long forgotten picnic
“Look mom, she looks just like me!” Cassy exclaimed with her finger pointing at a girl in the middle of a black and white photograph in a photo album with yellowed pages. It was a photograph of a group of people sitting on and around a picnic blanket. The well…
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Stealing Horses – Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
“Do you remember, my love, the time when we were young?” her sky blue eyes were suddenly sparkling with life. “What do you mean Marguerite?” Theodor asked is beloved wife, suffering from dementia, he was not used to her remembering things or even recognising him. “When we were sixteen”, she…
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Allergic to letter ‘e’ challenge
This morning when I checked WP, I realised that I had been tagged in the Allergic to letter ‘e’ challenge by my blogging friend Lrod. As it is a fun and quick challenge I would like to nominate the following people: Melissa Barker-Simpson Kim L Hine S D Gates Evelyne Holingue …
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The joys of summer
Out of the cool train she stepped, into blazing summer heat. The old fashioned whistle sounded as she straightened her golden hair. “Beautiful there you are!” her grandmother was approaching and looked sceptical at all the luggage. “I thought re-told you not to bring too much we are equipped you know”.…
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He dug into the earth – 10 minutes flash fiction
He dug into the earth, his fingers and hands covered in soft dirt, he retrieved the first carrot of the year. Wow he thought to himself as he brushed off some of the dirt. In his hands he was holding a massive carrot. Its orange was strong. This was of…
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An unlikely death
She dried her tears with her handkerchief. There he lay, helpless, lifeless, cold, so fragile and so small in his wafer thin coffin. He, who had been her best friend, her true love, her soulmate, her little brother, her twin. Mother had always been worried about his health. The doctor…
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Polished shoes
Luke looked down at his feet. He gulped, what he saw was not good. Not good at all. The shoes he was wearing were not a pair, on the left he wore a dressy show, freshly polished and on the other foot, well something, that one day in the past…
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Z is for Zookeeper – A to Z Challenge April 2015
Jack gave some lettuce to the old turtle, what a wise and gentle fellow, apparently he was close to one hundred years in age. What wouldn’t he give to be able to talk to these zoo animals? For two weeks now, Jack was working as a Zookeeper. To his parents’…
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T is for Time – A to Z Challenge April 2015
ding, ding, ding the old pocket watch chimed thirteen minutes past twelve. He threw his papers and books into his backpack, today was not a day to arrive late. The recent death of his beloved grandfather and the profound sadness that came with it was not going to count as an excuse.…
Solveig Werner 