It’s not long until the closing date of my two short story competitions. You have until 31st May to get your entries in. To find out more about them, see my competition page. One of the competitions is for a flash fiction story of up to 100 words. You can write a chilling story to bring me out in goose bumps, a beautiful love story, or you could go for a story to make me laugh. Here’s one of mine for you:
The knife plunges in. Blood oozes out, splashing me, cascading down. Again I stab, deeper this time. Unyielding, I go on. My eyes are alive, opening wide.
I stop. What have I done?
I look around me and smile; I sigh in relief, wiping my sweat-soaked forehead. Just a day-dream. Then the nagging starts up again, the whine of the whinging voice. A flash of silver catches my eye. A knife. No. I can’t. I won’t.
But sometimes my mother-in-law makes me feel that way.