No, it’s not a snippet from my life. Sorry, guys. I know that makes it less of an exciting story, but, well… What can I say? At least I made it up. I can get some credit for that, right?
This one is response to this week’s Trifecta Challenge to use “band” in a story of 33-333 words.
Krazy Glue Sandwich
“Everyone has a right to know, Mother.”
“I don’t have a right to my own privacy? Since when did everyone’s rights nullify mine?”
Mother always knew how to shut us up. To make us feel stupid. To take control.
I searched her face for any sign that she may let us win, just this once. Vacant eyes stared straight ahead in defiance.
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Yep! It’s another story resulting from a Trifecta prompt.
He loomed over her, whisky-breath escaping in heavy pants, resting on her face. His calloused hands pressed against her chest, persistent and rhythmic. Beads of sweat rolled down his whiskered face, dripping on her…
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I’ve written another short story in response to a prompt. This time the prompt is a photo. Click it to read the story. Don’t forget to comment!
I wrote a short story for a prompt by Trifecta. They give a one-word prompt, and participants have to use that words in a story of 33 to 333 words. And the word has to be used with the third given definition. The word for the last one was CRACK.
The chip stood out, in all its laughable glory. She’d bury us alive for this.
Knowing she had only twelve months, she’d spent the time upgrading her body. Sucking from here, injecting there, her obsession knew no bounds…
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