The pistol’s muzzle poked at the nap of his neck, repeatedly. KEEP TYPING, ASSHOLE! Each time he hit one of his vintage typewriting’s keys, his seven broken fingers made him wish he was dead already. Had he known that a complete stranger would break into his house and torture him for hours, he would…… Continue reading Final act…
Andromeda held the fragile creature crying in her arms. She was as perplex as her circuits would let her. Why wouldn’t Doctor Fester just download all the information to take care of human offsprings? The decibel level had peaked, and Andromeda knew she had to find how to stop the tears. She had already…… Continue reading Tantrum…
Remind me why we’re doing this? Alex was nervous, sitting on the side of the canal, a good six feet apart from his bestfriend. The pandemic is over now, Alex… You really need to get over it. You can do it, Tiger! To prove his willingness, he pulled his mask down. You’re right. He…… Continue reading Letting go…
Her pen was waltzing on the paper, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She tried to focus, but the butterfly flutters just wouldn’t let her. She just wished he could be there, sitting next to her, sipping on his coffee. Of course it was new, but she really felt he was her soulmate. Silly? Maybe……… Continue reading Love note…
Sitting in the large armchair, he leaned forward to run his knotty fingers in the golden retriever’s fur. At first, the puppy didn’t react, deep asleep in the semi darkness. Another gentle stroke, waking the furry fellow. As he gave the next pat, the dog’s hairs started raising along its spine. He could…… Continue reading Evening pats…
Cibelle wandered, barefooted among the bushes. Around her, the inviting fruit were making the fragile branches bend, but for some reason she was torn at the idea of harvesting the precious loot. The winter had been harsh, and she wanted to believe that the early offering was a reward. She brushed the…… Continue reading Early harvest…
Her high heels clattered on the floor, as she walked to the counter, and picked the bottle of Château Lafite. You’re lucky, John… I don’t like to hold grudges. It messes with my sleep. He still wondered why she hadn’t sent one of her hitmen to gut him out. She usually wasn’t on…… Continue reading Grudges…
This will be short… As you might know already, I am preparing a story for my NYC Midnight Short Story Challenge. If you didn’t know, you can catch up here. Good news, I finally managed to start writing, and I am about halfway through. I am a bit rusted, and I’d like to know if…… Continue reading Anyone interested?
As you might know, last November, I participated to the NYC Midnight Micro-Fiction Challenge. It was my first writing contest, and even before I learnt that I hadn’t made it to the second round, I subscribed to January’s Short Story Challenge. I got my assignment on Saturday. I have a week to submit a…… Continue reading Once upon a time…
As you might know, a little while back, I decided to participate to the NYC Midnight Challenge for the first time. I say a little while back, but seen how long the wait to get the results has seemed, I might have sent my story in a decade ago. The wait is over, now. Drumroll please……… Continue reading The results are in…
