Microfiction ─ Part IV.

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

( 016. )

She found Hell to be cold as ice, contradicting the burning tongues of fire poets often wrote in their books. But maybe Hell was supposed to be this way just rightly so. After all, she thought the devil's heart might just be as cold.

( 017. )

Her mind was a labyrinth, filled with dancing shadows and marionettes. To understand her was to get lost with her demons in the darkness of her mind.

( 018. )

The moon once had a sister. But men thought it was bad luck to have two moons, so they threw a spear at the moon's sister and she shattered. What remains of her light are smithereens scattered across the night sky that we now call the stars.

( 019. )

Angels were God's perfect creatures. When they began to show flaws, God struck them down along with Lucifer. And when God created man, Lucifer made sure they were in his image, not God's. And so he sent a serpent to Eden.

( 020. )

The large window before her was broken, a gaping hole in the glass. Silently, she stared below at the body of the girl lying still on the pavement, the shell of her former being.