He had stardust in his eyes, and even now, they twinkled under the moon’s light. His soft parts firmed and stoked her passions. She wondered
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
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.