You’re late. Except you’re not that late so it’s okay. It’s nothing to make a fuss over because everyone is late sometimes, right?
You’re late. Except you’re not that late so it’s okay. It’s nothing to make a fuss over because everyone is late sometimes, right?
Not a moment after she had finished speaking she vanished.
Thankfully, whatever Muse keeps me company has also kept me in good quantity of Big Magic and ideas are never too far away when I reach for them.
Suspect Frederick Hart blinked back at him from his restraints. A tough one, eh. Well, Detective Holt would just have to up his game.
‘No shoes,’ I grinned, wriggling my toes as wonder swept through my chest, filling it with light, delicious air.
One weekend, three stories, 2,450 words.
* Image Credit: http://d4n13l3.deviantart.com/art/Only-a-spaceship-196544367
I wouldn’t be surprised if one day I wake up and find that Jasper actually has taken off to the drive-through.
A micro fiction about my experience snorkelling at Noumea.
My experience of the Mosh Pit at a Country Music Festival. Have you ever had this feeling during a festival or concert? What things do you notice as you venture out into the crowd?
*Photo by CMC Rocks organisers: NOT my property.
After “The incident” they’d taken Fran away, and now Eve was stuck with an identity confused bonsai plant.
