Ellie, in the trance-like state that had become too familiar to her over the recent months, patiently watched as her own hand swished the paintbrush across the canvas in broad strokes. When the image finally revealed itself to her, she sat before it and wondered how she would go about telling yet another stranger that… Continue reading Micro Fiction (Two Line Tuesday) – Conundrum
Annie stared down at the unpaid for lollipop and waited for the obligatory guilt to set in, but it didn't. The world had taken away her mother; it owed her something sweet. © Shyla Fairfax-Owen
With wide-eyed fear, Jordie listened to all the bumps in the night; the way the old floor boards below creaked and clicked and clacked with liveliness. After 120 years, she realized, the Living had come home to haunt her. © Shyla Fairfax-Owen
As a boy, he was told his imagination was big and bright and beautiful; but as a teenager, people seemed a lot more troubled by it. As an adult, he learned to keep secrets, deciding that no one else had to know about the tiny little elves and centaurs that lived in his backyard --… Continue reading Micro Fiction (Two Line Tuesdays) – The Truth Keeper
It was so strange, she thought, that the villains in fairy tales were all ugly old women or wolves that could talk. After all, Daddy wasn't either of those things. © Shyla Fairfax-Owen
(100 words) There are things that go bump in the night. They don't live under our beds or in our closets. They live inside of us.
(100 words) Sweet, but deadly...
The Memorist looked tired; exhausted even. It was an exhausting thing she did for people, taking on their memories.
Joanie watched as the thick, white liquid spread across the table. The shards of glass glistened, peeking through a little.