Three Foot Tall

It was a shame, thought Farmer Willis as he hacked at a particularly tough piece of soil, that the ground was so wet. Fresh soil fell back into the pit as he dug, making it a long, arduous process. Still, he mused, as he stepped back to admire his work, the grave would certainly be…

The Climb

It had been a long climb, not helped by the jarring, rumbling sounds of the car engine. We were getting there, though; there was only another half-mile to go when we saw the sign. “They could have put that at the bottom of the hill,” Luna complained as we stared at the ‘no entry’ sign….

Running Away

People talk about leaving all the time. They imagine themselves in the countryside somewhere, where the trees seem to shelter them from the real world. They’ve abandoned those office jobs and responsibilities, and they’re finally free. Looking out across the evening waters now, though, trees on every side and a complete sense of isolation beginning…

The March

Their war cries rang in our ears as we marched, echoing our raspy breaths and heavy footsteps. It was as if they were still pursuing us, chasing us even now. We didn’t look back; there was nothing to look back to. We only walked, the soles of our feet aching from the miles already behind…

A Sparkle in the Night

Here’s my take on this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge, which poses the challenge of answering a photo prompt using only 100 words or less! The rain had been heavy. It had poured down on us as though some god had sought to spite us somehow. I can remember how we’d slipped through the mud, tears…

Home

This short piece of creative writing is for the purposes of the competition at Friday Fictioneers, the task being to compose a story, based on the given photo prompt, in 100 words or less (my word count: 100). Enjoy! I’m fed up with boxes. I’m fed up with their sticky labels dogeared corners. At first, they…

Spilling Over

Here’s another story for the Friday Fictioneers photo prompt; each week, Rochelle Wisoff posts a photo, with the challenge of writing an associated story in 100 words or less. This is a very varied challenge that inspires authors to interact with each other, as much as it helps them to improve their writing. I hope you…

A Jar of Marbles

This 100 word story is for the purposes of The Friday Fictioneers Challenge that runs on a weekly basis. You can read the other entries for the competition by clicking on the blue froggy button at the bottom of this post. Some people bury their secrets in the past, but not my mother. She buries her secrets…