Friday Fictioneers: 100 words Story Challenge LXIII

December 4, 2013 by K.Z.

Rivers of mud trickled down Helga’s cheeks breaking up to form filthy rivulets.

Serpent-like vines embraced the old tower like an obsessed lover.
You’d think one would have the sense to stay away.

Still he came… resplendent on his white horse with his unscathed sword.
“Release the princess!,” he demanded.

What princess?
Helga was the one who needed to be saved.

Droplets of his royal blood clung to her chest like a string of rubies… a souvenir from their dance– their macabre waltz of life and death.

Ogres don’t have hearts, Helga knew that.
Still something inside her kept breaking.

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Headlines

November 20, 2013 by K.Z.

Pretty face, big dreams, danced like nobody’s business…

“Wait and see, papi.” Alejandro told me he’d be in the headlines someday.

How right he’d been.

Should’ve moved out of that dump when I offered him the chance…
But he wanted to be a star… Whore his way to the top, that was his plan.

I picked up the newspaper from my table, carefully dusting off the blow that sprinkled his face.
Cops found the arms, then the legs… but not that pretty, pretty head.

I opened the freezer to ask him again…
Baby, why’d you gotta be such a whore…?

Catching Death

November 15, 2013 by K.Z.

In a place like this, catching death is as easy as walking in the wrong alley.

I heard a woman, her fists pounding from door to door… the sound of desperation reverberating through the walls.

When she reached my home, I almost let her in… but didn’t. Couldn’t.

When she screamed, it was like her soul fled her body through her mouth so that it wouldn’t be there anymore when they defiled her.

Then, silence.

I imagined her sprawled across the cold stones while they ravaged her…

Her soul a detached observer, hovering… Like mine did when they took me.

I’m a little late this week. my laptop’s busted >< but for the love of FF, I'm here @ my granny's using her computer.lol 😉 so it might take a while for me to reach your story. but I'll catch up, see ya there ^^ xo

Fixed

October 23, 2013 by K.Z.

FIXED

“It’s alright,” momma said. “We’ll have you fixed, sweetie.”

They excised parts of me as if they were tumors… upgraded me as if I were a machine.

They added some; they removed some.

But somehow managed to leave behind the cancer of self-doubt.

I learned to live with the stranger in the mirror.

Because no one ever made fun of her face.

Twenty-five years later, I teach my daughter something that I wish my momma had taught me instead.

“You’re beautiful, sweetie. Just the way you are… If someone tells you otherwise, you punch them right in the nose job.”

Friday Fictioneers: 100-words Story Challenge LVII

October 16, 2013 by K.Z.

Maura was four when she said the darndest thing.

“You’re so much nicer than my old mommy. She tried to eat me.”

She was my baby. Years of trying and finally, God gave her to me.

It got worse when she refused to go to school, crying, kicking and screaming “I don’t want you to die!”

One day, we were buying groceries. The ground trembled and saltwater seeped in from every corner ‘til it hid my knees.

Maura looked at me sadly, “It’s alright, mommy.”

I watched, throat cauterized, as she shed her skin and let the waves take her.

Alone

October 10, 2013 by K.Z.

I never meant it…

When I said I wanted to be alone…

Yet here I am in the gut of the earth, bounded by time-eaten stones.

I told you.

Though in different words. Like “I can’t go on anymore.” Or “I feel so hopeless.”

Even in bed as you shuddered on top of me… my spasmodic moans laced with stifled pleas. Help me.

If you listened, you would’ve heard how my slippers sighed sadly against stone.

Yet… I was alone…

When I embraced death and it embraced me…

When I sobbed and my head throbbed… and the darkness took me.

Hell Hath No Fury

September 26, 2013 by K.Z.

Hell Hath No Fury

He said he wanted to build a home with me…
…eventually.

So I held onto that promise for years.

Slowly, patiently, we built a lovely home… one brick at a time.

Then just like that, the bitch-wolf came and blew it down.

If there’s something I learned from nursery tales it’s that when someone does something like that, you don’t let it pass.

You take them to the chimney to burn.

I stood at their ceremony, sniffing, clad in black.

Chimneys are crap so I just shot them down.

I sincerely wish them happiness in their new subterranean home.

Secondhand

September 18, 2013 by K.Z.

He walked towards her as if holding together the edges of a wound.

A wound borne for 50 years.

She’d been beautiful then… walking down the aisle towards some other guy.

He approached her in his arthritic gait, the box in his pocket twitching like a thing alive.

Seeing him, she touched her face then dropped her hand, as if her skin pricked her fingers.

He hoped it wasn’t too late to make her feel beautiful again.

He went down on one knee though it hurt like hell.

It took him 40 years to realize… being second isn’t so bad.

Friday Fictioneers: 100-words Story Challenge LIII

September 12, 2013 by K.Z.

I escaped in a boat steered by faith, until the hostile shore faded into a memory.

I breathed in the ocean’s salty exhalations as if it were the last air on earth.

I longed for the simplicity of the sea…

Actually, I longed for home.

The city spoke in a language that was alien to me.

There, they twisted the world to fit the shapes of their fantasies.

I thought it would be different–brighter, better…

The sky purpled to the color of suffocation.

Distant city lights blinked obscenely like fireflies’ sex calls…

Sick of it, I dove towards liberty.

PS: OFF THE KUF is an anthology of stories of different genres. it’s non profit, but if you’re looking for exposure, of maybe just for fun, or if you want more readers to read your work or if you wanna direct more people to your blog… whatever, they take previously published drabbles! i submitted one of my old FF stories to them and it’s gonna be featured in the anthology 🙂 they also take longer stories. i know, i know, never write for free.. but come on, they’re just lying around on my blog anyway! if you wanna join http://www.davidwailing.com/2013/06/off-the-kuf/ god, i knew i forgot something >< but there’s still plenty of time.
deadline: September 30

GOOGLE SEARCH HISTORY

August 28, 2013 by K.Z.

GOOGLE SEARCH HISTORY

MAY
two receipts identical jewelry husband’s pocket
signs that my husband is cheating
telltale signs husband having affair
how to tell my husband have mistress?

JUNE
why men cheat?
marriage advice rekindling passion
sexy lingerie shop
tips on better sex
how to get rid of husband mistress

JULY
investigators infidelity
private investigator Chicago

THIS MONTH
coping infidelity
am I depressed?
how to handle depression
suicidal thoughts

LAST 7 DAYS
poison for drinks no taste
tasteless colorless poison where to buy
arsenic

TODAY
how to chop body
tips on chopping meat
how to get rid of carpet stains DIY

now for some news ^^ i submitted one of my old FF stories in a competition and yey, im a finalist. POPCORN HORROR PRESENTS 100 WORDS OR LESS HORROR STORIES is a compilation of spooky 100-word shorts from various writers all across the globe featuring illustrations by C.R Murray. Now available on Amazon
thank you Friday Fictioneers, you gave me the confidence to join in my very first writing competition. i’m pretty glad. xoxo