Tag: 100 word fiction

Final Judgement

It takes three of them to tear him apart.

They pull him from limb to limb, carve open his chest and unravel his soul. There are threads of silver for every laugh and ribbons of blue for his pain. Very little love.

Their fingernails dig out his secrets. Their teeth rip out his lies.

They find everything- everything he was responsible for, every sin. Every life he took. They find no trace of remorse.

They see the truth of him and his guilt stains their hands.

They piece him back together. And send him to Hell.

via Daily Prompt: Trace

The Storyspinner

The people who came to her were cold and lonely. They drifted in from elsewhere. Some only stayed for a night. Some stayed longer.

They were drawn in by the light of her fire. She invited them to sit and listen. As she spoke she would take her words from the air and spin them in to yarn. She collected the yarn and wove together narratives that they could wrap themselves up in.

When they left they would take the story she had spun with them, no longer feeling lonely or cold, and share it with the next solitary soul.

via Daily Prompt: Yarn

Birdwatcher

Her first word was “bird.” Then came “beak” and “wings” and, most impressively, “feathers”.

As she grew she became an avid birdwatcher. She didn’t know them by their Latin names or type, but by personality and movement. She learned which ones she would see at night and which ones came during the day. There were many she would only see during certain months of the year and she wondered where they went for the rest.

She wished to go with them and fly away from her humdrum life. She watched them from her cage and envied their freedom.

 

via Daily Prompt: Avid

For Sale: One Nearly Empty House

For Sale:

A spacious, four bedroom house in a quiet neighbourhood. 10 minute drive from the beach and 15 from the City centre. Bedrooms are all large with stunning sea views. Newly refurbished kitchen and dining area.  Ideal family home.

Property also comes with an attic ghost. Not creepy, just extremely cranky (especially around holidays). He moans and wails and rattles his chains a lot and there seems to be very little any of us can do to calm him down. He refuses to leave, which seems fair enough as he was technically here first.

Will accept offers under the asking price.

via Daily Prompt: Cranky

Wheel of Fortune

 

The Casino is filled with merriment.

The Fates sit around a roulette wheel. Folly continues a losing streak on a fruit machine. Sloth sleeps in a corner. Vice serves drinks and Gluttony drinks them all.

The three Fates keep playing. Clotho spins the wheel. Lachesis places a bet. They do not gamble with chips, they bet their threads- each one representing the life and fortunes of a man. They wait. A loss. Atropis smiles and cuts the thread.

A man on Earth has been terminal for months. He takes a last breath and feels the thread snap.

He feels fortunate.

via Daily Prompt: Fortune

No Man’s Land

An old soldier stands in a poppy field, unsettled by the peace.

Who’s territory is this now?

The source and sight of so much conflict lies dormant. Tourists pass through and somebody tends to the poppies, but nobody stays.

He wonders why. Was this empty field worth the blood spilt if it was only ever going to be a home for the dead? Why did they fight so hard for this empty space? Do friendships grow amongst the friends and foes buried beneath the poppies?

The old soldier touches a medal on his chest. This land belongs to the fallen.

via Daily Prompt: Territory

Tempestuous Territory

Many have tried to tame her, to claim her, but hers is not a body that can be owned.

When men come to blows, when they get territorial and wage war, she is neutral. She carries her own laws. Her own set of rules.

Many have loved her. Lucky men think she favours them, others curse her for toying with them. Neither are right, for they mean nothing to her.

She can be calm. She can be stormy. She can sink both sides of a war, but it is nothing personal. The quarrels of men mean nothing to the sea.

via Daily Prompt: Territory