She awakened with a gasp, cold, wet and naked. Scrambling to stand in the shower stall, she tripped over the woman’s corpse strangled at her feet. Sprayed by water long since drained of warmth, a melancholy face —empty of life— was the only witness to her christening. A scream and the sound of shattering glass... Continue Reading →
The boy awoke with a start, and the curved glass of the cylinder distorted the face of the girl pounding upon it. His confused eyes met hers peering through translucent green fluid. Feeling the shock of her fist hitting the container, he watched her scream. But the girl’s words were rendered incomprehensible by the liquid... Continue Reading →
A weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter! Copyright © 2017 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.
She sighed on the bed. “Now I’m cursed?” Lucien massaged her naked back. “You’ll be able to change in a month… and it’s not a curse.” “Gifted,” Adeline grinned contentedly. “Anyways, that was far better than a bite! I’m amazed lycanthropy’s an STD.” “It’s not a disease, either,” he smiled. Text is Copyright © 2017... Continue Reading →
“Memfit, I died.” She rubbed her wrist, eyes wide as she found her once fair skin now a crimson color. “Yes. Yes you did, Mistress,” Memfit replied. “Humans are fragile, and a sword through the heart tends to do that.” Aireae looked up from her hand, her gaze meeting that of the foot tall blue... Continue Reading →
A weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter! He shot it again. "I thought a yeti was like Bigfoot! Not a cold blooded, shaggy fungus man made of antifreeze and nightmares!" "We strive to save lives, Asil... But it's when the rescue fails, when your... Continue Reading →
A weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter! The elemental chickens strutted around, tiny bundles of flame setting fires where they pecked. "Some hot deal," the farmer groaned. Ana didn't believe in God, but her son did. To him, God was a 60 meter monster... Continue Reading →
Bluebell smiled, gazing at the bridge’s fluorescent lighting. “It’s wondrous!” “It’s new,” the old man holding her hand said. “I hope that’s okay.” The girl looked to him, nodding under her short blue hair. “That doesn’t matter. It just needs to cross running water.” Kenneth’s eyes were tired, but happy. “So, how does–” The young... Continue Reading →
Text is Copyright © 2017 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved. Art elements are original, open source, or in the public domain.
Click here for the full, uncropped image! On Tuesdays I feature a selected piece of visual art that I have come across. These are pieces that have inspired my writing or beautifully frame some concept or another that I have already written or want to write about. I present them without commentary so they may... Continue Reading →