A day after the funeral the murderer sat smirking, counting his profits from the killing after finding refuge. The perfect crime, he thought. No one will ever come after me.
Then the doorbell rang. Moments later his accomplice ran in, his face pale.
“Is he armed?”
“Y-yes… H-he’s a… Zombie!”
Jason Huynh is a bored student who worries about accidental plagiarism.
She tossed sleeplessly all night, shooting his skull off. In her head, he was dead thirty times.
The next morning she ran down the road to where their mansion stood. She waited until he showed up at the window.
Alive. Smiling.
She huffed back home and pulled out the knife.
Megha Nayar is a 26-year old Communications professional from India, who has forever loved and lived for the written word. She is an independent writer/editor and regularly contributes to contests, anthologies, and literary magazines. She is also currently writing her first collection of short stories.
Phil had watched his brother drown as a young boy and now he’s finally facing his fears. He watches his reflection in the lake.
He squints, confused, and leans closer.
The reflection is his brother.
“Murderer, I’ve been waiting for you.” The child reaches and drags Phil down too deep.
Alex loves to write flash fiction, short stories, and novels in the horror, crime, suspense, and fantasy genres. Visit ALK’s full portfolio at alexlkerr.com.
“I should’ve did this the first time I caught you,” Angie said.
She cut up Ben’s underwear. The ones too ugly to hide. The ones he loved. She threw the tattered pieces to her Rottweiler. He needed another chew toy.
“That’ll teach you to eat the last piece of chocolate.”
Tamra Artelia Martin received her MFA in creative writing from the University of Central Florida. An overachiever at heart and a glutton for academic punishment, or academic joy depending on the day, she’s currently earning her second MFA in stage and screen writing at Lesley University. Check out her blog on writing at http://writerschai.blogspot.com/.
It was a moonlit night. They stood on the pier end, watching the storm brewing at sea.
He loved her so, yet he knew he pushed her to her limit. She had always stayed.
He knew she had strength. There on the pier, with one swift push… she proved it.
Stephanie Hougen is an avid reader and loves the challenge of the 50-word story!
What a mess.
Wish I’d known it was staged from the start. These fools must’ve considered me a pawn, thought I’d turn and run when the bullets started flying. I was their plausible deniability…
But life doesn’t follow anyone’s script.
I’d better dump these fools’ corpses before someone happens by.
This story was based on the prompt “it was staged” at TypeTrigger.
I learned to knit when I was two. Now I can follow complicated patterns and all my friends receive knitted creations for their birthdays.
My husband is annoyed by the click-clack of my needles, and I suspect he is plotting his revenge. Perhaps he’ll knit me up in my shroud.
Cath Barton lives in Wales. She has many pastimes, including writing, but is not a great knitter.
Call me Ishmael.
I went on a voyage with a crazy whaler named Ahab. Turned out he was looking for revenge on a big white sperm whale named Moby Dick which had eaten his leg.
We found Moby Dick, eventually, but he smashed our boat and killed everyone except me.
This story is a fifty-word retelling of Herman Melville’s classic novel Moby Dick.
The heifer chewed her cud. It was thicker than yesterday’s. Oh, what was that? There was something crunchy in her mouth. Cud wasn’t supposed to crunch. Had she eaten something unusual? The heifer couldn’t remember.
In the burning depths of Hades, Cyborg George massaged his seething soul, already plotting revenge.
THE END
(Or is it?)