Day 176Heavy rain fell in sheets of #silver that obscured the rest of the world from view. She took this as a sign to wrap herself up in her duvet and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist. Day 177She knew the #mythos inside out, they all did. So when the Changes started happening … Continue reading VSS365 Week 26
Day 170Every Day she passed by the #bistro on the corner, never once realising her soulmate was inside sipping a latte. They watched, though, as she passed each day arm in arm with her latest fling, their heart aching that little bit more at their apparent incompatibility. Day 171They longed for a soft #embrace. An … Continue reading VSS365 Week 25
162They always said #empathy was something you should have. It made you a better person. Nettie didn't feel like one, she wanted it to end. Every feeling in the city was pulled to her along an unseen thread until it pierced her soul. Pain. Love. Despair. Need. Joy. 163Heaven was a #ruse and she found … Continue reading VSS365 Week 24
If you've been following my blog lately, you might have noticed that I've been posting weekly collections of my VSS365 prompts, so naturally this might beg the question - what the hell is VSS365? VSS365 stands for Very Short Stories Everyday. It was started by FlashDogs back in 2016 and has only grown since then! … Continue reading What the FlashDogs is VSS365?
Day 148"Do you #regret your decision?"She turned away from the flaming embers of the home she'd grown up in. "Not at all." She assured him. But on the inside her heart ached knowing that three centuries of memories had literally gone up in smoke. "It had to be done." Day 149Aisha smiled as the Unity … Continue reading VSS365 Week 22
Day 141 The wind swept lazily through the valley leaving a chorus of #susurrus in its wake. The only evidence of its passing. There was no one about to hear the day's melody. Or do it thought. Down by the lake small hands chased dancing leaves on bare, unsteady feet. Day 142 #Frisson ricochets down … Continue reading VSS365 Week 21
Day 134 The corpse lay #supine on the morgue table. Covered eyebrows to kneecaps by a white sheet. As she turned back from putting gloves on, it moved, sitting up. She screamed, before recognising the face revealed by the sheet slipping. "Gary, you asshole. Where's Mr Brigman?" Day 135 "Come on #Lithe, you know you … Continue reading VSS365 Week 20