#nanofiction

[ahotauthor]

On Sunday evening, he meets a witch at the ice-cream parlour.

[merdeeokercee]

Michael/Adam Milligan (Nanofiction)

Rated Mature 18+ || Words: 49 || 3rd Person

Pink Is The Color

Pink is the color Adam becomes whenever Michael touches him just right— from his ears, to his chest, and especially between his thighs, where he’s as pink as ever. There, Michael teases him into a deep and beautiful red, until Adam arches and paints his hand a darling white.

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Do not steal or copy and paste my work anywhere else.

[spacedoutkeys]

Hii!! I don't post enough of my story writing so have three in one post! I did these for a flash fiction project for my English professor, So I'll have them sorted by type (nano/micro/flash) and title. Be nice, I don't write as often as I used to, probably fell off a bit.

TW: Graphic, Horror, Suicide Mentions, Mild swearing, One F bomb, I wrote these in a college Dunkin's so quality is probably shit, mildly gross thing mentioned in last story lol, everyone dies, death, torture, branding mention, literally just skip if you get queasy easily LOL

Nano Fiction: A Stupid Joke

“You’re so stupid.” Maria said, eyes narrowed at the still body at her feet, her voice cold despite the hitch at the end. “It was a joke, idiot. A dumb, stupid joke.”

She stared at her former childhood friend, the one she spent years humiliating, tormenting.

“You weren’t supposed to actually kill yourself.” Her voice broke, hot tears dripping into the slowly spreading pool of red, metallic copper and salt mixing together to permanent the air with their dual scent.

Micro Fiction: Tinder Date

It’s dark outside when I leave the house. The sun went down about 3 hours ago, but my plans were scheduled for 8pm. A date with some guy, not that I knew him well. But we matched on tinder and he seemed nice enough in our texts to each other. He wanted to meet at this old retro movie theater, then dinner at some old diner afterwards in some old sleepy town. 

My family constantly told me to vet him, to be truly sure he was safe, that you could never be fully safe, but all of my past tinder dates were obnoxious at best, unbearable at worst, but I had a good feeling about this guy. A great one in fact. 

Of course, as he stands over my body, hands around my neck, and oxygen fails to enter my lungs, which hit my broken ribs at every inhale from when he broke it, the iron rod he used to hot brand his alias into my thigh, I realized I should have listened to my family. 

Flash Fiction: Night Shift

“For the record, Danny. I blame you.” Ollie stared at the large, hulking beast in front of them, its eyes sunken in and dark, empty voids of black ink. Which would be a metaphor if not for the actual ink dripping out the monster’s sockets like a human’s tears. Its long scrawny body was like a human’s, but not. It stood on all fours like a beast, its limbs long and gangly, fingers twisted and pointed in odd angles like each individual finger was snapped, its spine jutting out from filthy, dark, grey skin, a disgusting, sickly hue. Its feet were at least double the size of what those ankles called for. 

The whole thing looked like a skin tight suit on a skeleton, the head wobbling like it had no true support, the bullet hole right in the middle of the forehead still smoking. 

By all intents and purposes this thing should not exist. Shouldn’t even be close to existing. But here it was. Doing just that. Existing. In the stockroom of the convenience store. Simply because the clock had hit 12am. And that’s when things got weird at Zippy’s. But to understand that, you had to be there. 

Danny and Ollie, Or Daniel and Oliver, had been called in for the night shift after Sophie, one of the usual Zippy’s night shift employees, quit shortly after her shift partner, Zach, went missing mid-shift at around 4 in the morning on a Sunday early morning. 

So there the two boys were, covering the shift after everyone else refused. Of course, rumors had been going around that the convenience store was haunted, ghosts, monsters, entities beyond your wildest imagination, living among the shadows and made real when the first stroke of new day hit, all the way until 5:59am, always only for the night shift’s eyes. No one went in after 11pm anyways. No one with a working brain and natural survival instincts anyways. 

“Hey, Danny!” Oliver’s voice rang out of the store at 11:59pm. “Have you seen the mop? There’s a juice spill in aisle five. I already have the bucket but the mop isn’t with it,” he said, voice trailing off, his blue eyes narrowed at the offending mopless bucket. 

“That’s weird. Where’s the mop?” Danny’s head poked around the corner, curly blond locks falling into his eyes, snickering as Oliver shot him a glare. “I don’t know, Daniel. That’s why I’m asking.” he glowered, voice an annoyed grumble at the absolute idiocy that radiated from his coworker. Danny only shrugged, disappearing again. 

“Ah, maybe the monsters took it!” he laughed, as Ollie scoffed at the idea.

“You know that’s just baseless rumors and idiotic myths. Probably started by the first set of night shift workers at this dumb store. Didn’t want anyone coming in after a reasonable hour.” Oliver stated matter-of-factly, adjusting his glasses as he looked around for the misplaced mop. 

Danny only quirked an eyebrow. “Both of which went missing mid-shift?” he inquired, as Oliver let out an irritated snort. 

“Had to sell it somehow, right?”

“Harsh, dude. Have some respect.” 

Oliver and Danny both blinked at it, bewildered by its sudden appearance. 

“They’re fine, Danny. Stop being so damn dramatic all the time.” Oliver retorted, shaking his head with a peeved sigh. “Anyways, that damn mop. Help me find it.” he grumbled, before said mop clattered to his feet suddenly.

“Dude… I thought those glasses were supposed to help you see.” 

“Sh-Shut up!” Oliver felt his cheeks flush an angry, embarrassed red. “I swear that wasn’t there just now!” He fumed, picking it up before pulling his hand away. “Ew! It’s fucking slimy!” he yelped, as Danny rushed over, grabbing the handle. “Holy crap you’re right!” He exclaimed, eyes widening as he pulled his hand back, wiping whatever substance that was on the mop and now on his hands onto his pants, a mix of curiosity and disgust glinting in brown eyes. 

“Oh! Maybe it is the monsters! Let’s go hunting!” he cheered, as Oliver grunted. “Whatever. I’m gonna get some wipes to get whatever that is off my damn mop.” he grumbled, before he felt Danny’s hand wrap around his wrist, yanking him towards the storage room. 

Both boys froze, staring at it in silence. 

“Danny! Let me go, dammit!” he yelled, as Danny laughed. “Nu-Uh, dude! We can get your mops and find a monster!” he giggled, far too giddy to be talking about just monsters.

The door swung shut behind them, and as they approached the back, they heard a bone-chilling exhale of air, the room unusually cold. And there it was. That thing. Standing before them. 

Ollie broke it first. “Very funny, Danny. Who is that? Sophie? Zach?”

Oliver followed his gaze, staring at the scrawny black haired figure slumped against the wall, already in the beginning stages of rot. A body that wasn’t there when they clocked in at 10. 

Danny however, didn’t answer, his face a pale green sheen, like he was going to throw up.

“No… But- I think… That’s Zach.” 

“Oh.” 

Oliver dragged his gaze back to the ghoulish creature in front of them. 

“For the record, Danny. I blame you.”

The next morning, two missing persons posters went up. Daniel Gonzalez and Oliver Woods. Last seen working the night shift. 

[thelifepartners]

E. Ray

He named his child Søren, like the philosopher, to remind himself that having children didn’t mean an end to a life of inquiry.

Instead, Søren just reminded him of what he was not doing with his life, and he grew to hate the child.

[glitterandstarshine]

It’s official!! I’ll be writing Wintergleam for MaNoWriMo this year!!

I’m super excited about this, and I hope to get a lot of writing done. I’ll be posting word count updates and excerpts here throughout the month of November, so y’all can see how it’s coming!

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[acehole-art]

I might have went a bit *too* far today with nanowrimo, but at least I'm done with the first arc

[elegantenthusiastphantom]

And a wonderful day of writing to you! How have you done so far friend? Good? Not so good? Nevertheless we’re on a new day now with new words to write, and I am delivering those good good vibes so that you may be successful! How about today you tell me about your main character(s)? I may not be able to respond to all the answers, but I read each one!

Well, good day for you too!! Sorry I took a while to respond, but I was busy with college stuff!

So, I'm trying to write everyday even if it's not a lot of words, so I can make into an habit. It's been okay, I guess, but I still hyped!

Since the story develops 8 characters, I divided them in separated arcs. So, my main characters are:

Changbin, a lost boy who has mixed blood of dragons in him (wich is forbidden, poor boy) and Seungmin, a wizard, owner of the herbs shop with a very sad backstory (and something else, that I won't spoile).

Changbin is lost in the madness of their world from a long time, since he doesn't remember much of his life before some years ago.

Seungmin is lonely, even after finding his friends. he doesn't want to have attachments, so he just avoids to get new people into his life.

However, there's still Seungmins friends that are very important to the story, so the other arcs:

We have Jisung and Minho the owners of the tavern and personal advisers. They are a couple from God knows how long. Jisung is estrovert and a little crazy while Minho is the centered a d calm, they complete each other. Also they are the best friends of Seungmin.

Hyunjin and Jeongin are the young ones that must be protected at all costs, Hyunjin is very naive about the world's hatred and danger so Jeongin compensates in that part, even him being the youngest

Last but not least, there's Bang chan and Felix. You don't get to see a lot of them in the beginning because Bang chan was exiled by the monster council lefting Felix searching for him during the firts part of the story.

I hope you like it, I still have so many things to think about in the story! But it's going to be a nice one!!

Thank youuu!! And a nice writting day for you and all the others nanowrimk writers!!!!!

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