My sister’s birthday is tomorrow. I don’t want to go, but if I don’t, I know my mother won’t let me hear the end of it.
Avoid feeling trapped in confined spaces. Avoid the numbers 11, 15, 21, 28, 31. That's creepy, he thinks. The horoscope usually tells him his lucky numbers, ones he then plays on the Power Ball lottery tickets, but never numbers to avoid. Why would he avoid those numbers? And how? Simon clicks off the daily horoscope… Continue reading Short Story: The Horoscope
Sunday Short Fiction - Okay, I admit it. I am in full panic mode right now. It’s not hard to do when the city’s worst villain, terrifying in his black costume and chrome, spiky things, paces in front of me.
Another Opening Line Flash Fiction Challenge from Chuck Wendig's blog in which you can pick your favorite first line and go with it. This particular line seemed too fun to resist. _____________________ The ficus is plotting to kill me. I know this because when I wake up, the ficus stands next to my pillow. It… Continue reading Fear the Ficus
Planting day. The pods were prepped for their seeding. The village coroner delivered them to the farmer. The coroner, a small middle-aged man, spoke again of his daughter needing a husband as Philip checked them. Philip only nodded shyly, knowing that the coroner’s daughter had no interest in him. It was okay though. He was used to his quiet life, living alone after his parents died several years ago when he was eighteen.