Senryu: A Deceptive One

She Is Deceptive.
Behind Her Beautiful Face,
Hides A Grisly Soul…




The 1K Mark

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Flash Fiction: Future Art

This was boring.

I should have expected this when I signed up for the ‘Art of the Future’ fair. However, my then alcohol fuelled brain had failed to consider how boring the endeavour could be. The art structure in front of me was titled ‘Fuel of the Future’. The artist was proudly presenting it as his vision of a post ten year future: Flying cars which recharged with giant plugs. I shrugged as I clicked my chronometer and travelled twenty years into the future, where I hailed from.

I tsked as I saw the streets still crowded by cars…

Word Count: 99


Friday Fictioneers 12th July 2019

Twittering Tale: Intervention

I’m the only one against the idea.

Everyone else seemed okay with it. We wait in the kitchen while the two sort out their differences outside. I’m unsure about leaving the two unsupervised. With them things tend to fly out of proportion.

Thank God, this party has a no-guns theme…

Character Count: 280


Twittering Tales #144 – 9 July 2019

Microfiction: The Beast

Its appearance disturbed the quiet of the forest.

The legendary beast was as beautiful as it was ferocious. It made quick work of most of the party. I was enthralled by its presence as it chewed up my last remaining partner. I did not want to harm it.

It didn’t resonate with those thoughts…

Word Count: 54


Weekend Writing Prompt #113 – Enthral

#SoCS – July 6 2019

Three Line Tale: The Castle

The castle still stands, as it did a thousand years ago.

It has seen all the faces of war, and the evolution of human weapons from swords and bows to tanks and guns.

Yet, it chose never to intervene with its armies, remaining hidden from the greedy eyes of humans; which is why it still remains standing…


Three Line Tales, Week 179

Microfiction: Lantern

They always follow the light.

Floating frivolously in the air, they are granted purpose only by the light of the lantern. My lantern. Every night I walk across the field and every night they follow me. Sometimes only tens, but on other nights thousands come , forming a long caravan of soft illumination. These floating souls need a path to reach the afterlife.

I show them that path, with my lantern…

Word Count: 70


The Aether Prompt: July 3rd, 2019