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
Tag: death
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A 50-word micro fiction horror story
The Crooked Crone
For the third time today, the word sign stole my attention. First, I woke to an old song touting signs were everywhere. I didn’t take any particular
Misery Island
The speedboat chopped through the waves as it raced toward the island. Beth tugged on the strap across Lizzie’s chest. The makeshift harness held firm. Three others
A Girl Named Crow
Crimshaw Payne was Crow. Not full-blooded, or even half, but she had enough of her ancestor’s blood in her veins to feel the Great Spirit flow
When Bees Buzz
The bailiff held the door, and Millis shuffled through. He moved with little effort, having learned the precise gait the shackles allowed. The morning sun
Julie Kusma, Author 