Microfiction ─ Part III.

A series of short stories, each told in 50 words or less.

( 011. )
One day, people stopped believing in the divine. They began to hunt angels and tear their wings off their backs. Their feathers were framed like trophies. Man took no other spoils.

( 012. )

She met the ghostly figure halfway on the bridge. "Are you ready to jump?" it asked her. "Only if you'll catch me." "I'll catch you below the water."

( 013. )

She watched as the guards ran all over the place in search of the rebel who painted the blazing red insignia of the uprising regimen on the wall. Behind her back, she hid hands stained of red.

( 014. )

The stench of death and decay smothered her. Many years had passed. How long had she been asleep and why did she wake only now? She continued to bang within the coffin, screaming out her lungs for help.

( 015. )

She read tales of heroines who read too many books where the heroes have happy endings. But that was her problem too: she read too many books and believed in all of them, believed that happy endings only existed in tales.

Reviews

[Ansgar]

Short and to the point, though the texts are short, it gives a widely figurative description of what is happening in each of them. Liked it very much, and would like to read of this kind of texts.