Nanoism

If Frankenstein ever knocks on my door I’ll kiss him right there at the threshold. Thank you, I’ll say, thank you for being so obvious.

Peter Schwartz is just a less obvious monster.

The grey cathedral steps open up to arches of sky. From the garden glints the Bishop’s ring, who covers his face when I spot him.

Dannypoet (@dannypoet) is a writer of fiction and poetry who is currently working on his first novel.

In a mountain paradise I found a song. I bore it to my kin on the plain. Freed, it took us to the heights. Day after day.

mmSeason (@mmSeason) is the scariest thing in her house. She writes, too: multi-length fiction and poems.

Introverts were outlawed in 2015. The last hermit was found and executed in Greenland six years later; within six months everyone was deaf.

Meika Loofs Samorzewski (@meika) no longer writes for humans and lives in Tasmania.

New scribe, recording a great triumph. His words are flawed, and he cleans the clay, wishing he could erase the cuneiform of his memory.

Deborah Walker thinks: least said, soonest mended.

Eddie lost himself sitting on Father Rex’s overstuffed couch, ruminating in the dark odor of altar wine and years of premature communion.

Chris Lindgren writes bits of microcontent found scattered & hyperlinked here and there. He is mostly Norwegian & lives in Fargo, ND.

Cuddling with her toilet, Lani regrets that fifth Long Island Iced Tea.  The naked man on her bed is past caring, for which she is grateful.

C.S. Eastman (@queeninyellow) has an unwholesome love of roller derby, robot monkeys and zombies.

They scattered his ashes. The wind turned, blew the stinging ash into their eyes. ”He always had to have the last word,” his wife mumbled.

Laurie Darroch-Meekis:  world citizen, diving into the realm of writing, eyes wide open.

“Why?” he asked. “Because I hate you,” she said. She thought it was less cruel than the truth – “Because I knew I could.”

Penelope Friday writes disability articles and pornographic stories. The combination amuses her. She twitters under @penelopefriday.

Her jewelry was missing. She’d heard a noise during the night. Cat burglar? The distant meows told her she was on the right track.

Margaret Morris is a freelance writer who produces articles and content for the web. She tweets for fun; find her @LITtering.