microfiction

Twittering Tale: Hidden

He is coming for me.

I can sense his approach and his thirst to find me. I am the last one left, and all that stands between him and victory. None have beaten him till now. But I will be the first one to defeat him.

All I have to do is stay hidden, in this game of hide and seek…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #151 – 27 August 2019

Twittering Tale: My Aching Body

The corridor was silent.

I could hear the creaking of my body with every step I took. It ached everywhere. The tests had been heavy. Sure, I’d read the terms and conditions before signing up for this, but the money offered had hastened my reading.

Damn those experimenting aliens…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #150 – 20 August 2019

Twittering Tale: Their Culture

“Oh God! Are we really going there?”
Yup.
“You realise they are uneducated tribals right?”
Yes. Very little is known about them. We can learn and share their culture with the world.
*2 hours later*
“Is keeping us locked in cages a part of their culture?!”
So is cannibalism, I’m sure…


Character Count: 28

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #148 – August 6, 2019

Photo by David Reed

Microfiction: Cave Men?

Today marks the one month anniversary of our arrival.

This cave has sheltered us and our guns allowed us to hunt.

However, our ammunition won’t last long.

Will we end up becoming Paleolithic food?

Maybe the time machine wasn’t the greatest idea.

Will we ever escape back to our time?


Word Count: 50

Prompt:

50 Word Thursday Challenge #29

Six Sentence Story ‘Escape’

Three Line Tale: First Step On The Moon

The moon landing now complete, man had taken his first official steps on the moon.

The astronaut team looked back on the footprints they had left on the lunar surface.

Then they looked ahead to find the the footprints already there – not very human prints…


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 181

Microfiction: Pain of the Past

He gave a grimace of pain as he watched the wreckage.

The memories almost brought about an emotional burst, but he managed to stabilize himself.

His failed suicide attempt was in the past…


Word Count: 33

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction: July 14 2019

Weekend Writing Prompt #114 – Grimace

#BlogBattle: Stable

Twittering Tale: Deal

I waited for the old man to finish reading.

He looked at me and smiled.
“I’m glad for this offer. I’ve wanted to get rid of that piece of land for many years now. Are you sure though? The land is useless.”

I nodded and smiled as he signed the papers.

We had a place for the bodies…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #145 – 16 July 2019