75-Word Story: Giggles

75 Word Story Giggles


Colin saw little men everywhere. Tiny men. Minuscule men. Men so small that no one else could see them. He watched in horror as they tampered with the brakes on his wife’s old car. He tried to warn her. She said he was mad. And yet, in her last lucid moments, as the brakes failed and her car plunged over the edge of a cliff, she thought she heard tiny giggles coming from the dashboard.

Written for the Daily Prompt: Descend

75-Word Story: Regrets

75 Word Story Regrets


Marcus never stops thinking about that one girl. He lies in bed at night trying to figure out what went wrong. He replays their last night together over and over in his mind, wondering if he could’ve done things differently. Maybe he should’ve paid more attention to her or listened more intently. Maybe he should’ve tied the rope a little tighter or fattened her up so she couldn’t run away. Hindsight always arrives too late.

Sorry. I know, it’s terrible. It’s very late and I’m very tired, but I wanted to stick to my one-a-day-for-every-day-in-May pledge 🙂

75-Word Story: Silence

75 Word Story Silence


Max heard nothing but silence for the first time in years. No kids screaming, no teenagers slamming doors, no wife complaining. Just blissful, wonderful silence.

One of the paramedics pried the skewer from his hand, while another tried to stop the blood and goo draining from his ears.

The pain was agonising, but Max enjoyed every second of his last few minutes on Earth, basking in the warm comfort of his permanently muted family home.

This started off as a piece for the Daily Prompt: None, but I went off track somewhere along the line.

75-Word Story: Apprentice Wanted

75 Word Story Apprentice Wanted

Apprentice Wanted

She smells of cheap perfume and musty motel rooms, with just the faintest hint of barbecue sauce. If you’re interested, she’s currently advertising for a new apprentice. You can find her on Facebook and Twitter, except on Tuesdays. She’s always busy on Tuesdays. Tuesdays are for welcoming the new arrivals into their eternal home at the edge of desolation. You can call her Lucifer or Satan or Old Nick, but her real name is Tracy.

Didn’t realise how long it had been since I posted a story…I’ve been wrapped up in trying to get some longer pieces finished and trying to get rid of a nasty bug. So in an attempt to get back into the swing of things I’m aiming to post one story every day in May. Fingers crossed 🙂

Written for the Daily Prompt: Apprentice

75-Word Story: Marketing Tactics


Marketing Tactics

The PirateWear Eye Patch Company ran the most successful marketing campaign in history. The company’s plan to kidnap and forcibly remove the right eyeball of anyone earning less than minimum wage was initially controversial, but once they announced they would be showing the entire abduction and medical procedure on live TV, viewers were glued to their screens. Demand for PirateWear customized eye patches soared, propelling the company’s CEO to the top of the rich list.

Written for the Daily Prompt: Controversy

75-Word Story: Dinner Date

Muddy Pig

Dinner Date

Henry’s success was a combination of meticulous planning and sheer luck. Internet dating was a risky business. There was always a chance the girls would tell someone where they were going. So far he’d been lucky. One day soon his luck would run out. And that’s where the pigs came in. Henry was smart enough to know they couldn’t prove much without a body. And he knows from experience that hungry pigs will eat anything.

Written for the Daily Prompt: Luck

75-Word Story: Gone

Man Silhouette


The emptiness was the worst thing. Sitting in the middle of the floor staring at the bare walls, immersed in guilt and shame – scratching, cutting, tearing – clawing chunks of flesh from his mutilated body. Trying to find something real below the surface. He ripped at the raw meat that used to be his arm, looking for some hint of humanity, but found nothing underneath. The man he used to be was long gone.

Daily Prompt: Immerse

75-Word Story: Patterns



The patterns on her skin disturb him. They might be scars. They might be moles. But he thinks he sees numbers. Sixes. Three of them.

She knows he sees them. She wants him to see them. She wants to plant a seed in his mind. Just the smallest suggestion.

She doesn’t want to scare him. Not yet. It’s too soon. He’s not ready. She’ll reveal herself slowly; shed her skin, one layer at a time.

Daily Prompt: Pattern

75-Word Story: That Thing


That thing, when you wake up in the middle of the night, and see a shadow that shouldn’t be there. You blink your eyes and then it’s gone. Just your mind playing tricks again. But you know, deep down, there are no tricks. He’s still there. He’s hiding in the other shadows. Watching your every move. You sense him in the darkness. You can almost hear his shallow breaths. He’s waiting until you fall asleep.

First published on Paragraph Planet