Across the moat, the tower door stood open. What carelessness!
Klaus crouched by the black water, trying to gauge its depth. Atop fifty feet of curving stone, a guard wandered the battlements, oblivious.
Easy swim. A nearby frog croaked its agreement. Klaus eased himself in.
Around the bend, something splashed.
Jim Anderson is a retired college teacher who lives in south-east Michigan. He reads a lot, and writes a little. More of his micro fiction can be found at jimthewriter.net.
Thin subterfuge had its uses.
He’d heard confessions, led Masses,
and passed secrets. A dicey
affair, a risk with dividends,
and conceived troves of information.
Now exposed, his lover a
double, he donned disguise and
patience. And waited, quite hidden,
till bells, close and sudden,
provoked movement and deadly aim.
Fred Miller is a California writer. Over 40of his stories have appeared in various publications around the world. Some of these stories appear in his blog
James heard the Gestapo dogs barking relentlessly as they chased him.
He banged frantically on the church door. A man wearing a black cassock answered. “Come in, my son. You are safe here.”
Relieved, James knelt to receive a blessing, then froze in horror. The man was wearing combat boots.
Joann Majerle retired and recently took up writing as a hobby.
I’m sitting by the fireplace. I hear a knock. I unlock the door and open it.
I’m walking away when I hear the knock again.
I walk back to the door. Open it.
I step out to look around. I scream.
The door is still hanging open.
Abby is an experimental writer and 7th grader from the suburbs of Philadelphia.
A bat flapped over the twins’ heads as they entered the nave of the abandoned church. The faint whimper of an infant seemed to pull them toward the altar.
“Do you hear that?” Michael whispered to his sister Luci.
At that moment Luci bared her teeth and grinned. “I do.”
James Kowalczyk was born and raised in Brooklyn but now lives in Northern California with his wife and two daughters. His work has appeared both in print and online.
Dr. Ruination slapped the red button that lowered John Bolt, handsome and impeccably dressed spy, into the huge aquarium.
Bolt found himself afloat in a stagnant pool of foul smelling water, surrounded by decaying fish carcasses.
Dr. Ruination was horrified. “Who turned off the oxygen pump for the barracuda tank?”
This is the second in a series of five stories by King Kool.
Gideon was filling in a hole. He was filling it with acid and dirt, but mostly acid.
He hoped a polar bear would fall in and have all its fur burned off, and then he could laugh at the bear for being naked.
His plan didn’t really extend beyond that.