When I first laid my eyes on her, I could not look away. Months later, I feel the same.
Charming and delicate, she is absolutely perfect. The only thing I would change about her is the way she shuts her blinds before she sleeps.
One day we will be together.
Samantha Baltz is employed in the medical field and currently taking up writing as a hobby. She loves meeting new people and hearing their stories and sharing her own.
Their eyes met. His breath caught in his throat and he realized from this moment on, his life would be devoted to her. Every future breath would be breathed for her. She would redeem him.
He’d plan their next meeting. But first things first: he needed to kill his wife.
Mandie Hines writes psychological thrillers, horror, and flash fiction in the shadows of the Rocky Mountains. She’s driven to create pieces of fiction that capture moments of human vulnerability. Find more at mandiehines.com
I hear a knock at my door. It’s my stalker, Kurt.
I call out, “I’m not home.”
Kurt says, “When will you be back?”
I say, “Not for a week.”
You might have guessed: Kurt is not too smart.
After all, I gave him my new address three weeks ago.
Kent V Anderson writes a variety of stories, most of of them rather whimsical. Lately he has been writing even shorter short stories, to conserve his vocabulary. These have appeared in 101 Word Short Stories, Flash Fiction Press, Short Humour Site, Espresso Stories, Nailpolish Stories, The Story Shack, A Story in a 100 Words, and elsewhere.
She’d said, “You’re becoming obsessive.”
He wasn’t quite sure what she’d meant by that, but he was having a hard time letting it go.
He made a mental note to ask her about it as he shifted his weight, trying to get more comfortable in his spot behind the azaleas.
Brandon Barrows writes prose, poetry, and comic books. His story collections The Altar in the Hills (Raven Warren Publishing) and The Castle-Town Tragedy (Dunham’s Manor Press) are available from fine book retailers and his first novel is forthcoming. Find more at brandonbarrowscomics.com.
By 10:00 Max knew she wouldn’t show. He finished another drink, recognizing a tinge of curiosity, something normally fed with an internet search.
But he was out.
Max paid the bill, then left. It was twelve blocks to her apartment, but he had already crossed countless streets of innocent speculation.
Matthew Gregory is a writer and filmmaker surviving in South Florida. Some of his work can be found at geronimatt.tumblr.com.
The first of each month, no matter where she was in the world, she received the call.
“White rabbits,” he’d say. “You live another month.”
The police couldn’t help.
Three months after her 34th birthday the call didn’t come.
He never called again.
It changed her. Now she’d never know.
George Hopkin puts words and spaces together and hopes like hell they entertain or inform. If they both entertain and inform, he thinks that’d be just fantastic, thank you very much.
She removed her shoes. She tossed her coat to the couch. With a crooked gait, she made her way through the small apartment swaying from side to side, just as she did on her lonely walk home in the early hours.
From outside in the darkness, I watched and waited.
Fifty-word stories appeal to Chad Benjamin Smith because he is impatient and has a short attention span. Admittedly, Chad Benjamin Smith has more flaws than a short third-person bio can fit. He readily jumps at the opportunity to flaunt his shortcomings and embrace his negative qualities.