The Diorama

She looks at the Diorama, then back at Shelby, then repeats the sequence. She raises her left hand to her chest, fingers splayed, pearl manicured nails flashing in the workshop lights and begins tap, tap, tapping her chest, sending little quivering shocks through the open cleavage of her ample breasts. She is panting now, her breasts rising and falling with the rapid expanding and contracting, still quivering as she taps faster.  The warmth and relaxation that followed the meal and the wine is now evaporating amidst a rising panic.

The stuff of Nightmares

Many and dark are the nightmares of my childhood, etched forever in graphic detail and filed away in boxes marked ‘DO NOT OPEN’ in the darkest corners of my mind. Such was the frequency of these disturbing night episodes that my youthful mind was forced to develop strategies for coping with them that didn’t involve […]

The Rusalki

Good to be back for this week’s FF. Here is the challenge: Write a story with a beginning a middle and an end in 100 words. Make every word count. copyright – Erin Leary The Rusalki – 100 Words The men labored with their poles, one at the front of the barge, the other at […]

The Gist

Hi everyone, here is this week’s offering. I do hope you enjoy this little piece, feel free to comment and I will do my best to reply promptly! Thanks for reading.  Friday Fictioneers 23rd August 2013 hosted by Rochelle Wisoff Fields THE CHALLENGE: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. […]