Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well.
Every picture tells a story. 455 is burning. The front door of 457 is open and the light is on, both as I left them as I ran out.
I’ve suffered from magic wand aspirations all my life. The beauty queens say work with children and world peace. Everyone knows it’s bullshit; they all want modelling contracts. I wanted to be brave; to be somebody; if only I had that magic wand.
This picture doesn’t tell of me frozen in terror in the back garden, listening to the screams of agony from within, longing to help and slowly dying inside.