Tag: death
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Poem – Innocence Hunts the Wicked
Innocence Hunts the Wicked I taste your heart beat as you enter the room Innocence is always sweet The anticipation fills your veins as you survey your surroundings Button by button My eyes undress your anxiety You smile as if we already know each other I pretend not to notice when you walk my way…
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Flash Fiction – Filters
Six Sentence Story – Connection Filters Shelby felt like she had slipped between the cracks of her life where she was neither in or out of most things. Her phone was the connection to a reality that she was supposed to have with filters and fake smiles. The more she tried to connect to that…
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Flash Fiction – Need To Get Up
Need To Get Up When I woke up, it was still dark. I felt so warm and comfy that I didn’t want to move. The day’s schedule ran through my head to decide if it was worth going in late or not at all. When I took in that deep breath I noticed how stale…
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Flash Fiction – Feeding Family
Feeding Family Everyday Ester and Bill would sit at the same bench in the park and feed the birds. Once Bill passed on, Ester found it hard to keep going. They never had children during their 50 years of marriage and in a way she had begun to feel like the birds were her family.…
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Flash Fiction – Eventually They See
It was supposed to be like any other interview but everything felt different. Nothing looked out of place in the man’s apartment and he seemed friendly enough. “Tell me about the first time that you noticed you were different.” she stated, picking up her notebook. “When I was little and my mom couldn’t see them.”…
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Flash Fiction – Mail Order Bride
Mail Order Bride “Bring me more food, woman!” Sam yelled at Ming Li. Sam had used an online site to find a bride from another country. He, being a privileged white American male, just naturally assumed that his new bride didn’t speak any English. So, he mostly pointed and yelled a lot. Once she brought…
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Flash Fiction: Bite Me Once
Friday Fictioneers Using the above photo as inspiration, write a flash fiction with 100 words or less. Bite Me Once As a child, my brother cruelly locked me in a closet that was known for being filled with spiders. As an adult, the trauma left me terrified of spiders. My husband was of the philosophy…
Writing In The Deep 