Stories by
Mari Ness

He remembers it, longs for it, that old life of cold wells and bitter flies, each time she kisses him with her warm dry lips.

@mari_ness does not recommend kissing frogs as a dating technique.

So, Toto. a) We’re not in Kansas anymore. b) I’m on trial for murder. In retrospect, we should have stuck with the storm cellar.

@Mari_ness lives and writes in central Florida, under the unhelpful guidance of two adorable cats.

This story was a selection from the #twitterfiction festival

He leaned on her stomach, imagining he could still hear the little ghost breaths, but she pushed him away, crying, before he could be sure.

@Mari_ness lives and writes in central Florida, under the unhelpful guidance of two adorable cats.

God opened his left eye and saw that it was good. Too good. He opened his right eye to create a universe less good, yet more exciting.

@Mari_ness lives and writes in central Florida, under the unhelpful guidance of two adorable cats.

This story placed third in our Nanoism Nanofiction Contest.

I should have turned off the machines. But he had insurance, and he was my father, and I wanted him to suffer just a little longer.

@Mari_Ness lives near an alligator infested lake in Central Florida. You can also follow her at her blog.