Leap

Beleza

“Just leave that. We can’t take anything.”

The two ran outside to join the mass of people hurrying down the street.

The military crammed as many as they could in their vehicles before speeding away.

“Hop in,” he said, dragging her towards one of the trucks.

She shook her head.

 “We are going to die if we stay.”

She pulled her sleeve up, and a blue light popped up.

“I am like them.”

He was speechless. Then he stretched out his arm. “To be with you.”

She injected him.

They never looked like humans again, but they were still together.

100 Word Stories

Valentine's Day Special

Santaurio

The beach was deserted.

They sat close together and held hands.

It was done.

“The casket is lovely, isn’t it?” she whispered.

He agreed.

The incoming tide threatened to reach them.
He looked at his hand. He could still feel the stickiness.

“I can’t believe my husband is gone. Aren’t you happy?”

He looked at the horizon. He wasn’t that sure anymore.

“Do you love me?” she purred.

Eventually, he’d have to spend money on a second casket; already he could see that coming.

Resenting her clinginess, he vowed never to celebrate Valentine’s Day again. It was too damn expensive.

100 Word Stories

The Love Game

Octoberville

Final Prize – Laura.

Location Card – Lake.

Number Card – 1.

One good deed and Frank would move up to the next level.

When he arrived at the lake, he saw an alien fighting helplessly to stay afloat, sinking in the water every now and then.

Should he do something? Or just watch the tragedy unfold?

To think that he had made fun of the guy who got the #10… Helping ten old ladies cross the street seemed easy enough.

What should he do? Laura or revenge?

Half an hour later, Frank took off.

Laura would have to wait.

Next card.

100 Word Stories (Prompt: Love)

Stranger

WinterMoon

“I’m sorry,” said the stranger before hanging up.

She was perplexed. Probably a wrong number, but still… a bit creepy.

When she turned off the light, she didn't notice the slight creaking of the entrance door and a shadow walking towards her bed. Drowsy, she only felt a slight sting on her neck.

No one ever saw her again.

The only thing they found was a card on her nightstand saying “Gone”.

She would come back, years later. She too would call someone to say “I’m sorry”. That was the price to be free. And she had to pay it.

100 Word Stories