12 Words Microfiction
Write a story in exactly 12 words, add our hashtag #121words and we will retweet it. Selected stories are published here monthly:
You know nobody, you know nothing, if you haven't known me yet.
"Hop in." Eyes shining mischievously, he sped off before I could comply.
"I feel the importance of life, when I spend time with you."
He actually enjoyed the cool touch against his skin before it shattered.
Something happened to Her that night, she realized what Life is about.
I hold your heart close to mine. Unfortunately, it is still beating.
Hang from the tress
At the far end of waterscape rises a ship drowned for ages.
For the new stories
With her smile
Living in a bottomless pit of fear, she rose to her glory.
She -can you portray my wordless feelings
He -Forever...with a smile
She could never do pull ups. However fear motivated her into action.
Leaving behind his trusted partners of life, he embarked on final journey.
Lest thee remember the
Lesser of two evils
The slasher shook violently, looked down and sighed, "Ahh, that's a relief!"
Just few weeks have passed and it's like she was never there…
After two years of darkness the survivors finally witnessed the first sunrise
The hammer fell to the floor and she knew.
It was done.
Crisp crackle, acorns fall on car stick shift, open a snapple, sip.
the marks of time
an old face
once so beautiful
Studying clouds on the clearest day, students chose to not be disappointed.
He sat on the tree stump, watched the rope he torched burn.
In the cradle of her arms. Lies hope for a new tomorrow.
Silence stirred the devil in peoples' heart; malevolent, senseless savage beast woken.
A grim night. Cold hearted and full of guilt, the stranger climbed
Ultraviolet spotlights scanned their symbiotic souls. Fingers entwined. Feet beating. Hopes high.
I tried to write in 121 words. I cut it to 1121.
Pointing out the museum piece.
"This, they called a Smartphone".
Thirty eight years it rain much pain Queen came with umbrella Love
The ghost escaped the confines of hell only to find heaven empty
The princess strode away from the cave - deep within a dragon wept.
When you turn off the lights, they open their eyes and hunt.
Father wake up,i need you. You are sleeping 23 years now.
My Journey began slowly walking in the sky along a rainbow staircase.
Three kilometers swum. Looking back at the wreckage. Five more to go.
Mercla glanced up. The demon peered down at her, grinned then jumped
Family so poor starving, miserable: mailman feels empathy delivers them a bomb.
As day follows night
My heart and soul follow you
He lay there in silence glad that the escape plane had worked
No, I’m not really sure why they always eat the fingers first.
Trial was fair. Judge was dosing. Criminal was chatting with the Prosecution!
The lights flickered, dimmed; spirits sparked, rose; fingers gripped; lips found love.
When paragraphs were unable to tell her story #MeToo spoke for her.
Mrs Jones throttled her beloved husband of 23 years, as you do.
When leaders lead with respect for all people and there is peace.
It was wrong. But there was no way he’d tell the truth.
“How in hell you create such evil, scary monsters?”
“Watching you all”!
Sleek torture ticking over heinous palms slipped, fell - interrupting an incomplete interrogation.
Gently snoring, arms outstretched, lashes casting shadows on pale cheeks. My boy.
The shadows in your room are real. Tonight they’re coming for you.
She sipped her coffee wondering if anybody had found his body yet.
"Thank you for relieving me of my misery" those dead eyes spoke!!!
Choices are life, but can imprison.
Be you, not someone else’s you.
She preferred red. "Why," I asked.
"It already flows through our veins."
Now I know.
On this night
are stealing my lyrics,
claims the wolf.
One morning she awakens to bells
Tones transposing keys of easy leaving
Married on Ellis Island, together 60 years. But it didn't work out.
She knew she shouldn't, but nothing could keep her from him again.
The letter he once sent a stranger... found in his wife's drawer…
He became my sky. I became his star. The magical winter tale.
She lied awake painfully aware of the empty spot next to her.
“She,” the girl corrected him. “Our cat is called Lachesis. She scratches.”
living a dream where destiny's fantasy and reality's an autumn's night breeze
Staring into the darkness, I looked for movement, anything... there was nothing.
I thought I saw something move under the snow in the moonlight.
Eyes closed, the roaring sea drowns her scream. She falls weightless, free.
The waitress saw her lips tremble, her eye swell, a quiet dinner.
Death watched Life pass him by; he grabbed her hand, and smiled.
His dog snored and farted; he forgave its crass habits for companionship.
Once a year the Bulbheaded Fauxflapper climbed high and howled to moon.
She was still here and I could pretend for a final moment.
She is gazing
at the sky
the shooting star
The challenge of writing a 140 story was thrilling. Now it’s not.
Day you figure out you're dead. The happy ending of your dreams.
They never noticed
who longed school
It began with hunger and helplessness, but killing was now his sport.
Pumpkins are excellent murder weapons. Bash in skull; chop and make pie.
“Give me your books, your words, your syllables, your breath,” he whispered.
“Break me softly and come inside,” he said. “This is your home.”
After the fog burned away, nothing was left behind but bare earth.
"People, to me, are like fine wine.
Best kept in a cellar."
Worldwide, writers woke up to find the story carried on without them.
“It’s easy! We reflect our evil twisted internal landscapes into your reality.”