Short Story


  • Drabble: Selling your soul

    Prompt: Someone wants to give away their soul for something. Satan tries to talk them out of it. “Look, your soul isn’t worth that much.” Lucifer said as his fingers glided over the piano keys. “Come on,” she smiled. “If you really are who you say, nothing should be out of your reach.” Lucifer frowned,…


  • Drabble: The waking hour

    Prompt: The waking hour The waking hour is one of darkness, filled with doubt and fear and uncertainties that are too fragile to see in the light of day. You wake in a whirlwind of confusion from a dream that you hope was mere fantasy. Your mind swirls with dangerous potentials that you try hard…


  • Drabble: Prepared for the Zombie Apocalypse

    Prompt: A zombie apocalypse occurs in a society which has been ready for it for over a century. A flash of color in the night sky was the signal, and Stevie rushed over to the picnic blanket to get a good view. All night they had waited for this, shivering in the darkness and bundled…


  • Drabble: But you miss it

    Prompt: But you miss it It’s taken me a while to get used to living without you. The clothes only rarely get washed and the cat was never quite the same. I tell everyone that you’re chronically ill, that you travel frequently for your job, anything to keep from having to admit the truth. To…


  • Drabble: You have the power to build worlds

    Prompt: You have the power to build worlds “It doesn’t make any sense, you know. You could create anything you wanted in the blink of an eye, but here you are mopping floors.” Anthony sighed and crouched down to ring his mop out again. A smile played on his lips, as though this was all…