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Know Your Enemy
Trigger: Domestic Violence ******* Iris smiled approvingly into the mirror as she applied the final touches of her makeup. The violet-blue eyeshadow would match perfectly with her sister’s sapphire earrings - the “something borrowed, something blue,” segment of her ensemble.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
Do You See Me Now?
The light peeking through the lazily closed curtains shines onto his drowsy, heavy eyes acting as a rude alarm to awaken him from his drunken slumber. Sully turns to his side and is met with long blonde hair facing away from him. He can’t see her face so isn’t sure if she’s a new woman or one he’s been here before with. Almost designed by fate, the aggressive vibration of his phone beckons him.
By YesItsMocha3 years ago in Fiction
Phoenix and Obsidian Part 1
Gerala knelt underneath the hollow shell of a sevanda tree, under the baking sun. Here in the desert, at mid day, there was nothing to see - except the shadow of two hopeful vultures circling high above. Well, they can wait a while more, she thought. I can do this.....
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
The (Pho)enix Room
Light and carefree piano notes dangled in the air, spreading that cheery jazz throughout the atmosphere. They danced around slowly, bouncing softly off the pale blue walls, attempting to fill the entire room with a positive vibe. But the jazz was a mask… a mask that the owner of this establishment was trying to fit over an ugly, evil face of deception.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile3 years ago in Fiction
Vocal Community Microfiction Series
When the Microfiction Magic Challenge was announced I thought I could pull a Hemmingway, write a tiny story, and be done with it. But then I saw the word count (50-100 words) and realized my first entry did not meet the requirements.
By Loryne Andawey3 years ago in Fiction
What a Nut
No one knew why the vending machine was installed on the fourth floor of the apartment building. It didn’t make sense to have it there, and tenants from the other floors immediately complained about the unfairness of it all. But the building manager was preoccupied with a custody battle, so some snack machine wasn’t really a top priority.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Fiction
