yeah write #189 weekly writing challenge - microstories submission #2

Julia

I stare at the bed, covered in pieces of black leather and red lace – Jeff’s favorites. We always said we wanted to keep things spicy. Yet none of it was…us. When did we stop being ourselves? And start playing these games?

yeah write #189 weekly writing challenge - microstories submission #1

(St.) Nick

With the wind beating against my face, I wonder whether this is all I'm meant to do. House to house. Strangers in bed. Breaking and entering. People know my name, but they don’t know who I am. Will that ever be enough?

yeah write #188 weekly writing challenge - microstories submission #1

Blue

She walks barefoot into the room, spotting the bill on the table. “PAST DUE.” In red. She veers right, tripping over his truck. She grimaces, feeling the wound. She looks up, fixating on his picture on the fridge. And the tears come.