Microfiction Contest
Theme: Bloodstained
Winners:
His Bloodstain
by Melody Fischer
The stain has faded from crimson
To a dirty, mousy brown
Taking on the illusion
Of his face wearing a frown.
She scrubs with all her might
To make him disappear
Staring at his bloodstain
Feeds her guilt ridden fear.
Unprovoked, she butchered him
In a violent fit of rage...
Authorities cuffed her,
Threw her in a cage.
A jury of her peers
Found her ‘temporarily insane’
Allowed her to return home
To live with his bloodstain.
She scrubs it with a brush
Saturates it with clorox bleach
It just seems to grow bigger
Stretching out of reach...
Only her eyes can see that stain
No trace was left behind
There was nothing temporary
About her state of mind.
God-Father
by Maria Zach
Blood everywhere; all over the goddamn place. Evan was dead; unchangeably, irrevocably dead — murdered, if one were to be precise. I killed him — made Pitt kill him. Shot through the heart. I'd loved him. My hand was forced. There could be no other way. I wondered what to do with Pitt.
Should I kill him too? Perhaps, lead the cops to him. I wouldn't miss him — I hated him. Everybody hated him. I'd seen to that.
Yes, I'd kill him too; assuage the guilt. Somebody had to take the blow after all.
My characters stood arrayed, bathed in blood. My MC's most loyal, most trusty sidekick was dead. I wielded my pen; this death would not go unavenged.
The Date
by Jayson
The scarlet dress was definitely the right choice, but she isn’t sure her lipstick complements her rouge. She makes the rouge darker, vibrant. Smiling, she licks her lips.
“Darling? Do you like?” Standing from her vanity with a flourish, the gown spinning about her legs and rising just enough to show off her carnelian c.f.m. pumps.
Remembering when she had called them that and he had enquired guilelessly, boyish face beaming with virginal inquiry, “What’s c.f.m. mean?”
Throwing him a coquettish, incredulous look, she mouthed the words erotically; “Come. Fuck. Me.”
He’s pouting and refuses to answer. Drawing a clean razor blade across his quivering, bloodstained chest, she dabs at the fresh blood and applies it to her lips. There. Perfect.
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As the Microfiction Contest is an ongoing collaboration with 121 Words Winners are also published on the 121 Words Website.
Current Microfiction Contest Theme: Halloween
Open to Scribblers Chamber members only.
Deadline for submissions
October 20th, 2017 11:59pm EST
Write like it's criminal!
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