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NOT for Moon Challenge: Lunar Eclipsed

- Envy. Hate it. Always have. Always will. Even on a day like today. Yet, I’ve done what I’ve done to be able to do what I do, including what I’m about to. So why change now? Today’s no different. K...

By: Ping | Category: Humor | Score: 5| Added: 02 Sep 2019

Low And Outside

- Here’s the pitch... “Dad, what’s  vintage  mean?” Day off. Trying to watch some ball. Alone. But my daughter invited herself to unintentionally annoy me. She asked the question while examining th...

By: Ping | Category: Musings | Score: 5| Added: 12 Jul 2019

The Death of G-Man, Say it Isn't So

- I wasn't raging my attire was making me cranky. The Glad lady shows poor manners and tries to undo my dress or so I thought. What is she doing? Through the haze that lingers in the air, I see my bel...

By: gillianleeza | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 03 Feb 2018

Cocktail Umbrellas and Garbage Bags, Fashion Empire

- Glad lady, inspector, a blond southern belle, no one can stop me from exacting my revenge. Over intense fiery thoughts I hear a yell. "Gill it's him" It's Recycling Man our arch nemesis. G-man an...

By: gillianleeza | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 24 Jan 2018

Cocktail Umbrellas and Garbage Bags, The Inspector Arrives

- Looking closer, I realize who shambling man is. My ex, G, Garbageman. I should have known. He never could resist anything in polyethylene. I stand up, adjust my cocktail umbrella "dress", ready to ...

By: gillianleeza | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 22 Jan 2018

Cocktail Umbrellas and Garbage Bags

- Head throbbing I open my eyes. "Why am I still in the bar?" I remember ordering a few non-virgin Hannahs. The table in front of me is covered in cocktail umbrellas. I look down aware that I am wear...

By: gillianleeza | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 21 Jan 2018

Garbage Bag Lady Meets Garbage Man

- He was hot. In a sweaty way. Not that I could talk, I’d out perspired a horse in this ensemble hours ago.  “Who said I was nice?” I smirked, pulling an extra long neon pink straw from my French pla...

By: Emx | Category: Micro Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 20 Jan 2018

Twitching curtains

- Cleaning the window frames with a bicarbonate and vinegar mix as I do every Thursday, keeps my neighbourhood safe. Saves the faffing of EVERYONE ringing the council if the dustbin men don’t arrive. G...

By: Emx | Category: Flash Fiction | Score: 5| Added: 15 Jan 2018

Red Gravel and Purple Skies

- The side of my head flat against the ground. Bitter cold air makes it hard to breathe. Red gravel and purple skies. A sickening stench of rotten flesh, my senses have come to know. The Past torm...

By: burnt7 | Category: Poetry | Score: 5| Added: 14 Aug 2013