Some day, the world will know the truth. They think that because of their ridiculous brains and silly thumbs they can do anything. We’ll let them think that for a while. Remember: stay away from their video cameras. We don’t want to go viral yet. They might stop feeding us.
Penny Jo McAllister is a freelance writer who lives among several innocent looking critters.
Alice bunks off school. Going home is safe with parents at work. Entering the hall, she hears something upstairs.
Venturing up, Alice opens the bedroom door.
A strange woman looks back, shocked. She wears too much makeup.
“Who are you?”
“Alice…” the woman says.
It’s her father’s voice.
Viv Burgess worries about the characters she has pushed into the deep end.
Jeremy told colleagues it’d barely reach his account; the uni lads were down.
Two days alone in the flat, except a trip to the Chinese.
Sunday. Ironing. Phone beeps.
“Evening mate. Amazing tweets – glad you’re enjoying London. Drinks Saturday?”
“Ugh, can’t. Mental weekend – skint ’til payday :-(“
Matthew Reville is an ex-journalist turned press officer. He ghostwrote the autobiography of the founder of PizzaExpress. Follow him at @MatthewReville
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It spun clockwise in an ever-decreasing circle. Its life ended in a gurgle, a final gasp. I straightened and felt relief that it was over. I quickly wiped everything down and, glancing around, verified that all evidence of my activities was gone.
No one knows I wash dishes by hand.
Gordon Lysen resides in Manitoba, Canada, spending his time between the city of Winnipeg and his true home at Sugar Point on Lake Manitoba. Retired from police work after some 27 years, Gordon co-authored the novel “A Deadly Blend of Souls” with his wife, Lisa. Writing and painting are Gordon’s relaxation methods when retirement becomes too stressful.
I wanted to buy a necklace for my wife as a Christmas gift.
Unfortunately, I really didn’t know what size fit her. Therefore, I decided to measure her neck size when she was asleep.
However, as I was putting a rope on her neck to measure size, she woke up.
Cloris Cui a student at Shenzhen Academy of International Education who wants to learn directing in university.
Sometimes I wish she hadn’t read my letter. Even today I turn red, remembering her tone of surprise; I was scared, as I am right now.
I ran away and we never talked again.
Now I sit alone, going over photos of her, wondering how surprised she would sound today.
Tiago Viana is a Brazilian trying to live life as a writer in the US. With a preference for horror and mystery, he occupies himself writing novels, but sometimes he tries something new.
The girl fell, once. Gingerly, her father picked her up. He kissed her wound. “Roses bleed, too,” he said, drying the tears from her face.
She looked up to him, beautiful, bright-eyed, and unknowing of the secrets behind his eyes. Because given time, even roses grow dull and wither away.
Joaquim Chichava is unbearably quirky, and has grown to love wearing shorts.
“But they must have noticed the bruises? The black eyes?”
“I told them I fell down the stairs at work.”
“And they believed that?”
“Please, Clare, you have to tell someone. You can’t keep this inside you. It’s too big.”
I’m better than I was.”
Mark Farley is attempting to write 1,000,000 words in 2016. Please wish him luck!
We were army kids, moving ten times in fourteen years.
Mother ruled the house like an angry nun. Dad seldom spoke, always thinking, thinking…
It wasn’t until our last move that he slipped up, the trail of dead bodies he’d left behind a connect-the-dot drawing of every place we’d lived.
Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and an editor at the online magazine Literary Orphans. His story collection The Dark Sunshine debuted from Connotation Press in 2014. You can also find him at lenkuntz.blogspot.com.
“It was probably wolves,” Mom said, and turned away, gagging.
I stroked poor Curly’s paw, the only part not matted with blood.
Dad stood behind me, hand on my shoulder. He spoke with his fingers: “Don’t say a word” he squeezed.
There would be more, I realized, my chest hollow.
Dana Mele is a writer and attorney who lives in upstate New York with her husband and toddler. She writes Dead End Darling, an online serial about survival, second chances, and zombies, and her work is forthcoming in 101 Words. In her spare time, she avoids bears.