Microfiction – Aly Writes

The End of #30Words30Days

The gulls screech and scold each other as our clan compiles, waiting for the worst. Barnacles against a rising tide, and what do we do when the rock is gone?

Yet More #30Words30Days

She’s got a hoar-frost vibe and a forced smile that feels like sleet driven horizontally by an east wind. You might be the guest, but she didn’t extend the invitation.

30 Words, 30 Days – Week 3

Can it be called support when, in fact, we’re just two eroded monoliths propping one another up by mere fluke of simultaneous collapse, our mutual decline serving an accidental stopgap?

30 Words, 30 Days

Perfection’s her identity, polished until she shines. No flaws, no misplaced hair. Benevolence. Gloss. Diligence. If ever she let the veil recede, fleetingly, oh—
The torrent would sweep her away.

AlyWrites is on a hiatus of sorts this week. Working three jobs in an already busy season is not conducive to doing much writing. Instead of a brilliant new piece of flash, I offer my dear readers four tiny stories in 30 words. In a delightful Twitter challenge from Sumitra, a super talented writer IContinue reading “A Cheat’s Post”