Monday Microfiction: Spaghetti

Monday Microfiction: Spaghetti

“Dinner time!” There was a pounding of feet as three children raced down the stairs, sliding into the kitchen one after the other. “What are we eating, Mom?” “Spaghetti.” “YAY!” Smiling, Mom placed bowls in front of each...
Writetober Microfiction: Dial

Writetober Microfiction: Whisper

Denise sunk down into her leather couch, popcorn and blanket at the ready, The trick-or-treaters had stopped coming, and now she was ready for something really scary. Partway through the movie, the screen went dark. There was movement from the corner, and a low voice...