This time he bought me roses. Their razor thorns grazed his face when I cracked them across his skull. They swung so smoothly through the air, whistling as they went.
Literary Lion. Fa La La La La.
Our glamorous little feline friend has had his nose in the sherry, and so he will be back for more prompts and short stories in 2016. Thank you to everyone who has taken part in the challenge so far, we shall…
Ice Ice Baby.
Frozen. I’d never found courage enough to do it before. I sat with my back against the window for the first time. The subtle sound of stepping feet came first. Then the silhouette in my peripheral. Then followed the…
Step Away.
Step Away. I looked straight ahead. All I could see were the leaves whispering in the trees at the bottom of the ravine. His shadow lumbered into my peripheral. I felt the heat of his body as he eased…
Baked.
Baked. The sun crackled, singeing her skin. She drank in the heat, letting it hit the depths of her lungs as it enveloped her, invading her body with its stifling smother. She opened one eye and saw her feathery…
How to say goodbye.
How to say goodbye. The air moved a vacuum of sound. With a blunt breath and eyes on the ground, the mortal invaded, through sunlight he waded and silence was heard all the way down.
Literary Lion. Space.
The time is finally here, week one of ismithwords’ new weekly flash fiction challenge, Literary Lion. This morning I plucked a neon orange paper strip from under the watchful king and unfurled its corners to reveal the word ‘Space.’ So go ahead…
Orange Peel.
I am a writer of many syllables, and so today’s monosyllabic writing task for the Daily Prompt proved a rather tricky prospect for my frantic pen… She said that she should hide the tops of those legs, they were grim. She said…
Smile.
Today’s Daily Prompt is rather apt for someone who is entering the last year of her twenties tomorrow… “You’re tasked with creating a brand new astrological sign for the people born around your birthday — based solely on yourself. What would your…
I'm with the band.
Laura didn’t have an imaginary friend. But she did have a series of Take That dolls that were entirely representative of their real life counterparts when they whispered sweet nothings to her. This post is in response to…
Beast.
Letting my pencil run away with itself again today with a free writing task… Beast. As each limb twisted you could see muscles sliding beneath dense black tufts of fur. He was short and stocky, a compact beast with a…
