Walk with me. I’ll take you there, to a place not of time or space but of everywhere. Walk with me and experience everything and
The rubber sling grew taut in my fingers, and the itch to shoot something swelled as I aimed. This time, I couldn’t scratch the spot. I didn’t have a rock.
A 50-word micro fiction horror story
A fifty-word micro fiction horror story.
His eyes are blue, mysterious oceans, and his lips so soft and full. Once I stole a lock of his auburn hair from the back
My “flight” was late, and it never was. Punctual were the returns to Heaven after deeds were done. But her skin glowed under the moonlight,