Because these are so short – only a line or two – I will not be creating a separate page for each one. All such works of microfiction will be posted here, newest ones at the top.
Started on Twitter by @JamesNealWrites, the challenge was to take a light prompt and turn it dark, and then vice versa.
Jack & Jill
Mi Cuerpo es su Cuerpo
School of No More
He expected tears, and was braced for an attack.
Instead, she hugged him.
“They turned ten years ago.” She said, pulling away. “They had asked me to do it, if they ever showed signs of it, but I just couldn’t. Thanks to you, though, they’re free now.”
He tried getting comfortable, but something didn’t feel right. The fire smelled funny, for one thing, and his book was sticky. Tilting it towards the firelight, he saw the cover, and his hand were wet with red. He looked into the fire, and saw his wife’s head staring back.
Jack shot it again, and the body exploded, showering the toys with the dust of a finallyohdeargodthankyou dead vampire. There was still cleanup to do, and the toys would have to be burned – he wasn’t taking any chances – but the nightmare was over.
All around the table, people were on the ground, crying silently, hoping to go unnoticed. The young man spread out on the table had no such luck, and his screams filled the air as Bree and Dan began to feed.
He tightened his grip on his sword and shield, edging a step closer. The rabbits turned their beady eyes on him, and he remembered his clients’ claims of the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog breeding with the local bunnies. He had thought they were kidding.
Dan smiled. “Who said I wanted saving?”
The other man looked confused, but that was okay. Dan’s vision was beginning to tunnel down, the light at the end growing as it got closer. His wife smiled from the other side. He took the last step away from life, and into her arms.
Then they hit the twist in the track, and he was screaming with the rest of the group, heart wild in his chest until the cars slowed down again.
Becky looked at him, eyes bright, cheeks flushed. “Told you it was fun!”
And okay, fine. Maybe it was good to be wrong sometimes…
She dug the knife in a little deeper. His screams echoed, filling the room with a prayer for mercy.
She smiled and gave the hilt a sharp twist. “Sorry, Kal. Looks like God has more important things to worry about.” She leaned in closer to whisper in his ear. “So much for being the favorite son, huh?”
Sam grumbled & chuffed as his mother pulled him closer. He knew it was time for hibernation, but he wanted to see the world turn white like the rabbits had told him about. He burrowed into his mother’s side, letting her warmth soothe him. He would just have to try again next year.
He only hoped the person he had stolen the body of didn’t mind being stuck in his old shell. Not like it mattered, really. The body had been dying when he left it. Besides, if the person had a problem with what happened, they could take it up with the big guy upstairs. Or down.
So whenever she was having a bad day, she packed up her laptop and sunglasses and headed for the nearest playground. The laughter of the children, and the smiles of the parents as they chatted with each other always helped to make her day seem just a little bit brighter.
The ship lurched, falling out of the bend in space the ship had created. His smile faltered. Before him was nothing but darkness. He was staring into the abyss – and the abyss hungered.
The children ran out of the school doors in droves, only to stop in confusion. The sky was dark. The sun was missing, the stars weren’t shining, and the moon…was the moon melting?
“I said no, Jim.”
Mike’s hand came to rest on Ben’s shoulder. Ben looked back at him. A long moment later, his shoulders slumped. “Fine. But this is your last chance, Jim. I’m serious.” He glared back at his husband. “And you stop taking his side. Seriously, what the hell?”
Pain lanced through her foot, traveling through her body. Her screams mingled with the shouts of panic around her.
Matt’s voice rose above the others. “I can’t just leave her!”
No, don’t go-
“They travel in packs, we have to go!”
-I don’t want to die alone…
Seeing the way the steering column was crushed against the driver’s seat, James was glad he had bailed when the brakes stopped working. He was bruised and had a few scrapes, but nothing was broken or bleeding enough to worry about. He would see his family again.
He laughed. They screamed. He played. They died.
She pressed her cheek against the trunk – whip thin and dead fast – whispering, “No more killing, dear one. We’re safe now.” Flowers bloomed at her feet in answer.
He would’ve offered Kathy a drink of it, too, but the hole in her throat and vacant eyes told him she wouldn’t be able to appreciate it anyway.
Later came his favorite part though: an ice cream cone from the corner shop. Other kids had the tooth fairy – he had a double scoop strawberry and chocolate.
He said it would be quick. He said – compared to the disease slowly eating her alive – it would be painless. He didn’t say she would change. He didn’t say-oh, God, he didn’t say…
It’s time for another #PhotoStoryChallenge! Write a story based on the image below. One rule: you must use the words “glint” and “heavy” somewhere in your story. Optional challenges: 1) 280 character limit; 2) Write it as a screenplay. #WriteFightGifClub #writingprompt pic.twitter.com/cU0y3oqEb4
— Radina Valova (@RadinaValova) March 15, 2018
Glint fluffed out her fur, and hunkered down, closer to the ground, eyeing the way forward. Somewhere in that field, hidden under last night’s heavy snow, was home, and one way or another, she was going to find it.