She pondered life and whether there really was such a thing as right or wrong. She had sinned, yet no hand smote her. A calculated
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.
A 50-Word Micro Fiction piece by the Queen Of Horror, Julie Kusma. Artwork by Keri Michael Dearmond.
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