This was the part of the job she hated. She knocked, then waited on the doorstep for the parents to answer. A heavy rain began to fall.
@SimonKewin writes this and that. Sometimes other words too.
The young woman stared at the older. Wrinkles cut her skin. Her eyes held little joy. The younger sighed and walked away from the mirror.
Kelly Kacee Martin should be cleaning right now.
The guerrillas concluded they could not eat their bullets, but their bullets could eat the villagers and the villagers had the food.
Ian Glass finds fiction and reality parallel each other more often than not.
No space left. They seek refuge in garbage bins and in cardboard box houses. The discussion is global warming, but they are still cold.
Guy Belleranti writes for both children and adults.
My h’nds tremble on the keybo’rd. If they don’t like my next work I’ll be killed. Killed ‘nd repl’ced. I wish I h’dn’t broken th’t letter.
Pete Sain likes to show what’s in his brain, preferably before the autopsy.
She called him I Swear This House is Haunted for a long time, but after the break-in she called him Friend, and even let him wash her hair.
Aaron Beyer is going to blog about this.
Whenever she opened her eyes she could still remember what it had felt like to die that very first time.
Matilda Kant spends her days living vicariously by reading other people’s stories.
She swiped absently at her neck again and he wondered if she too felt God’s hot breath.
Hayley Whitworth loves these tiny pieces of fiction.
Pete dragged him over to one side and whispered something in his ear. After that, whatever doubts he had, Thomas kept them to himself.
Daragh Beirne scribbles and doodles and and makes noises at Bad Hamster’s Hamsterama.