Friday Fictioneers: 100-words Story Challenge LVII

copyright -Janet Webb

copyright -Janet Webb

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.

GOOGLE SEARCH HISTORY

Copyright – Dawn M. Miller

Copyright – Dawn M. Miller

GOOGLE SEARCH HISTORY

MAY
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JUNE
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JULY
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THIS MONTH
coping infidelity
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LAST 7 DAYS
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TODAY
how to chop body
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how to get rid of carpet stains DIY

© 2013 K.Z. Morano

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

Lovely Emelie

Copyright -Claire Fuller

Copyright -Claire Fuller

From the window, I watched the girl who spurned me.

Lovely Emelie… dangling from the tree, swinging from side to side in mocking glee.

My heart fluttered a staccato serenade. Even then, her beauty didn’t fade.

Her white dress billowed in a breeze I couldn’t touch, concealing all that was denied from me.

The mob stirred like a stormy sea.

I watched as they tore her apart… to pieces, like my broken heart.

Witch or not, she put a spell on me- a man of God.

Lovely Emelie… She should’ve loved me…

Foolish girl chose to die on that tree…

© 2013 K.Z. Morano