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
Category: Horror
Innocence
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.
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A 50-word micro fiction horror story
Plans of my Own
A fifty-word micro fiction horror story.
Killing Me
A 50-Word Micro Fiction piece by the Queen Of Horror, Julie Kusma. Artwork by Keri Michael Dearmond.
A Keeper
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