A weekly dissemination of fiction writing from around the web.
From Candy’s Monsters: What’s Inside by Candy Korman.
Men always lied about their height the way women always lied about their weight.~C. Korman, What’s Inside
From Delicious Tacos: The Rage.
Knees go bad and you turn into keyboard Paul Kersey…~D.T., The Rage
From Flora Fiction: Death Witch by Leon Clifford.
The captured fool looked down and had two realizations almost immediately. One, the bone he could see jutting out of his leg should, in fact, be on the inside of his ankle, and two, it was probably the source of excruciating pain emanating from the lower half of his person.~L. Clifford, Death Witch
From Literally Stories: Tylen Brackus by Tom Sheehan.
October clouds were raggy and less than unique, filled with promise of the ominous sort, darker than usual, inertia buried in them, as if they were hanging there for a definite purpose.~T. Sheehan, Tylen Brackus
From Richard Becker: The Sweeper.
“Looks nice,” June hesitated. “Quiet, maybe.”
“Let’s hope not too quiet,” Medford said, thinking of his film again.~R. Becker, The Sweeper
From Terror House Magazine: The Silent Man by Alfred Kinning.
He didn’t use an alarm clock; he’d woken up at this time every day of his life.~A. Kinning, The Silent Man
From The Inkwell: Paint Me by Matthew Donnellon.
He would draw out different pictures for her to find when she got home that when put together would reveal the location of her date.~M. Donnellon, Paint Me
From The Literary Yard: The Empty Azurite by B.A. Varghese.
His thoughts were on more pressing matters. For one, his glass was empty.~B.A. Varghese
Compiled by Kaiter Enless