Wednesday, March 31, 2010

You can't win them all

I did two micro fiction stories for the Three Word Wednesday prompt this week. I couldn't decide which one I liked best.

Randy had a hunch his sacrifice wasn’t going to be given much consideration when Mark snapped a caustic, “Will you hurry the hell up, they’ll be home before we get done,” while sitting on top of the ledge, the impression from his boot heel permanently engraved on Randy’s head.

Shelly hunched her shoulders and rushed forward, knocking the man holding her hostage into a table holding beakers full of caustic substances. Twitching on the floor, secure in the knowledge security precautions had put the entire facility into lockdown, she watched the man jerk, blood seeping from his nose and ears as he inhaled his last breath and knew her sacrifice had been worth it.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


This week's Three Word Wednesday micro fiction piece:

Mac pushed the shard deeper into Jenkins chest. Once the twitching and moaning stopped, he checked for a pulse. Satisfied the man was dead, he heaved a weary sigh, collected all his tools and left, hoping the next assignment would offer at least a glimmer of excitement or he feared his heart was going to stop beating too.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010


Here's my contribution to the Three Word Wednesday prompt.

Teri had to modify the mutinous expression she wore that held secrets to the pain she was soon going to inflict, drop a veil over her real feelings and smile like the obedient little wife she was supposed to be.