Puking absinthe-green cocktail over his lurid Hawaiian shirt wasn’t the last straw. Guzzling seven vol-au-vent silenced him momentarily before he vomited prawn-shaped ‘solids’ over her boss’s tailored suit. The soiled shirt became an excuse to yell ‘naked bar’ while revealing his highly intimate tattoo. The hosts looked at one another quizzically, “Did you invite him?”. “No, I thought you did?”
A birthday roller skating invitation arrived. I’ve never been, only ice skate. Rent skates, round the rink; fell until learned to roll out side to glide. Years passed. In-line skate invitation along shore line. I followed a tight spandex gazelle; her every move—five miles to the end. Pirouette showing off, toe tripped to fall; fractured my arm. Never do again.
Death does not invite grief. Death foments grief. Its awfulness. It's difficult, excruciating pain. You do not invite grief into your life. You hate its agonizing, vile presence. It's a vicious invasion of your peace. It barrels in. Bulldozing hope. Bludgeoning joy. Whirling about in constant turmoil, torturing your soul.
I really do enjoy these. That recent nonsense on Notes inspired me to devote even more time to micro. I ended up writing something that I truly love for a micro contest. I can't wait to share it later this month, after the results have been shared. Thanks for the prompts and inspiring folks!
That's the funny thing about writing - you write something that others love but you're like meh, then you write something that you cherish and expect others to like it and they don't see it haha!
I didn’t wait to be invited. I just jumped straight in.
It was wonderful at first. The exhilaration. I felt like I was flying. I could go on like this forever.
Then it all went to shit. The pain was unbearable. I truly was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
I should have waited. Bungy jumping isn’t for everyone.
Hahaha. Always with a killer punchline. 🔥
Haha, what a polite lycanthrope. I hope it found its dinner a pleasant one. 🙂
I was thinking more of a vampire here haha. I'm not sure if Werewolfs have the same rules
Haha, whoops, that was why I was surprised that it was polite. Both has fangs so I mistook the other 😝
new word for me!!!
Is He With You?
Puking absinthe-green cocktail over his lurid Hawaiian shirt wasn’t the last straw. Guzzling seven vol-au-vent silenced him momentarily before he vomited prawn-shaped ‘solids’ over her boss’s tailored suit. The soiled shirt became an excuse to yell ‘naked bar’ while revealing his highly intimate tattoo. The hosts looked at one another quizzically, “Did you invite him?”. “No, I thought you did?”
Nice story, very clever use of the vampire trope.
Thank you Max!
Fugue
Not that she needed an invitation. It was her home
after all, but this evening everything felt unfamiliar,
strange. So, instead of heading up the walk, climbing
two steps and unlocking the front door, making sure
the dog didn’t get out when she opened it, she pulled
the Camry back out of the drive, facing the open road,
the sky.
(Again combining a piece of microfiction inspired by "The Fiction Dealer" (prompt: invitation) and today's Poem-a-Day (prompt: Not [Blank]).
She f*cked around and found out. Death’s a real B, ella.
Haha. She did indeed
A birthday roller skating invitation arrived. I’ve never been, only ice skate. Rent skates, round the rink; fell until learned to roll out side to glide. Years passed. In-line skate invitation along shore line. I followed a tight spandex gazelle; her every move—five miles to the end. Pirouette showing off, toe tripped to fall; fractured my arm. Never do again.
Skating is a dangerous sport! Thank you Richard :)
Death does not invite grief. Death foments grief. Its awfulness. It's difficult, excruciating pain. You do not invite grief into your life. You hate its agonizing, vile presence. It's a vicious invasion of your peace. It barrels in. Bulldozing hope. Bludgeoning joy. Whirling about in constant turmoil, torturing your soul.
Just realized I did a very similar story! haha Should have read yours first! ;)
Went straight for the prompt ? :D I'm glad you enjoy writing these :)
I really do enjoy these. That recent nonsense on Notes inspired me to devote even more time to micro. I ended up writing something that I truly love for a micro contest. I can't wait to share it later this month, after the results have been shared. Thanks for the prompts and inspiring folks!
That’s all it’s about, writing something we love.❤️
Exactly. <3
love it! possibly my fave so far!!! (since i joined)
Thank you! I’m glad you like it, I had it in the drafts for weeks and I wasn’t sure if I like it enough haha
That's the funny thing about writing - you write something that others love but you're like meh, then you write something that you cherish and expect others to like it and they don't see it haha!
Cruel truth about writing :)
but it's awesome!!
PROMPT: INVITATION
THE BUNKER
Just minutes before the nuclear blast, we began scrambling towards the nearest bunker.
But we were told by the man poking out of the hatch that he could only invite one of us inside.
A decision had to be made.
And that's when he threw out the knife.
We looked at each other.
And then we both dived towards it... 😎
I liked that one a lot. He could have killed her, or he could just be her vampire or evil creature friend/boyfriend/maybe killer.