On my last day I prepared a fabulous dessert, as my ex sat in the restaurant, his bottled blonde nibbling at lettuce with perfect lips. Whipped cream, crushed toffee, smoothest ice cream, and tiny crystals of sugar-like glass frosting. Irresistible!
As they say, revenge is a dish best served cold.
Viv Burgess suggests you do not try this at home.
Guilt burns my gut, only slightly sated by the whisky I sip.
The affair had been revenge for all the times his eyes had strayed. Joke was, I couldn’t tell him.
So my gut continues to burn as I take another sip and watch as his eyes stray once more.
Melissa is a writer, teacher, and dog lover in the Middle of Nowhere, Michigan.
Survivors and the families of lost loved ones gathered en masse to gaze at the blue lights the city had erected.
They cannot forget. In the same way, they will not forgive, either. “We will seek justice,” they chant together.
With that, the plan is hatched. Retribution will be theirs.
Kim Smyth is a freelance writer who loves to blog about life in general and alternative health. She lives in a quiet suburb of Fort Worth, Texas, with her hubby and two adorable Shorkies. Find her at kimsmyth.org and kimmy1563.wordpress.com.
She held the bouquet above the trash; figures he sent flowers, probably something rare. Tropical.
Didn’t matter; it’s over anyway. Guy’s a bore. Freaking entomologist; creepo, always going on about bugs.
Well, it was done.
She glanced down at the bouquet, and felt a sharp sting. Burning sensation.
Dark, sharp, and short – Liz is a writer living in the wilds of Canada with her black cats and her laptop (the wifi’s pretty good in the boonies). She loves themes of loss, love, and change, all with a twist of something else. Her work appears in all the usual places, but most recently on Spelk, Yellow Mama, Near to the Knuckle and Twisted Sister lit mag. You can find her at lizmcadams.wordpress.com
His fork clatters against the plate. He lets out a choking sound, then grabs my arm. His fingers dig in too hard. More bruises to add to my collection.
Ever so slowly, I raise my darkened eyes to his. Panic keeps him from speaking, and I smile.
I am safe.
Growing up, D.C. Menard was always fascinated by the strange and fantastic. She spent her days lost in the worlds of her favourite authors. Her greatest hope is to create worlds that her readers can get lost in.
Helm in hand, the knight revealed himself. A dying man deserved to know the name of the adversary who’d bested him. He gripped the cold, spiraled hilt of his father’s blade.
The old man’s eyes widened, not because of the pain, but because of the ghost in front of him.
AC Baldwin wrote this story.
Business trip cancelled.
Jack and Coke: he drank it in gulps.
The drive home was slow, thoughtful. Driveway full. He parked down the street.
The door opened quietly. He ascended the stairs. Giggles and moans echoed across the wooden floors. Oak. Just what she wanted.
He unholstered his new .38.
Nicolas Frame is an author of short fiction, nonfiction articles, and some poetry.
“It’s your turn,” one dragon said to the other, indicating a town below their crag. “Leave none alive. We don’t need a revenge story.”
One girl survived, trapped beneath smoldering rubble.
Twenty years later, she left the crag with her sword, a new necklace of shiny scales, and a grin.
J.J. Jordan crushed writer’s block with a bloody and scarred forehead.
“Please, why are you doing this?”
“You sent my sister to death!”
“It was for her own good!”
“This is for your own good, Bill.”
“This will never stand. You will be found out.”
“It’s too late to change my mind.”
“It was worth a shot.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
Ashley Baird is a Grade 11 student in a creative writing class. She was forced to submit this by her teacher.
He sighed at the fiery shells of what used to be houses, shops, offices… Thick black smoke billowed. Charred bodies were scattered along the streets. It’s just like my city, he thought as scant sunbeams pierced the ashen haze.
But it was theirs.
He huffed, reloaded: the payback must continue.
Joey tries to write a little. You can find him and abuse him at joeytoey.com