12 Words Microfiction
Write a story in exactly 12 words, add our hashtag #121words and we will retweet it. Selected stories are published here weekly:
1rst Week of August 2017
His head lolls back and I’m staring straight up his hairy nostrils.
Her bleeding heart shattered as the mirror's glass bounced across the floor.
Like funhouse mirrors, his words distorted her. She laughed until she screamed.
Midnight marauder, eyes of dying embers. Whoops and hollers. Steals the moon.
Old man gasped for breath. I cannot die. My wife needs me.
Sometimes it helps to remember fractured words are held together by heartbeats.
He shut his eyes and waited for the fire to burn everything.
She woke in pain, shackled to the wall. Lightning flashed, revealing rats.
Αlzheimer's helped her forget all those unsolved murder cases on her desk.
The farmer spat blood and stared at the dagger the scarecrow held.
at daggers drawn
embrace for earthly
age of prosperity
She thought herself unable, always reaching for more, better than she believed.
It was just a sneer. The smallest of things. Then only regret.
The idea of her, sent him into despair. A thrill gripped her.
Gliding past the silver waves/ Aged peers waivered/ stand for uncertain fate.
He walked in laughing -
rare, tall, perfect unexplained.
Her future now made.
A trigger squeezed. A jolt. A new frame for the school photograph.
It was dark but the sky shimmered. A perfect night for murder.
In the beginning, our eyes did the talking. Then she looked elsewhere.
He's expected to be an involved father; just not after the divorce.
2nd Week of August 2017
We live, we love, we laugh, we cry at our last goodbye.
Magnificent, magical night.
Into the storm
I face the unknown.
All was fine until he downloaded the app and time flew by.
You took everything I said, put it in your mouth, and swallowed.
He was such a sweet guy. We never saw the massacre coming.
Never again was the villiains' advance delayed nor the heroes' arrival tarried.
Kingdom of taste persists. Sweet, sour, salty and bitterness coexist in harmony.
As the research facility burned, first responders learned the fire was sentient.
A new, hot craps shooter hid his horns beneath a top hat.
The stars could be out tonight, but the sieged castle burned brighter.
Is it fate? Always wanting and waiting for what is not mine.
He loved the thrill of playing kiss chase – especially late at night.
"Is it that time already?"
The Grim Reaper nodded and moved closer.
Gran vacated her chair and moved into the urn on the mantlepiece.
Their love remained eternal. Brighter than stars; everlasting eons of celestial births.
This world wasn't for her anymore, she thought while licking her tail.
She let her tears fall. The six birthday candles would burn eternally.
Sold shoes, redecorated nursery, celebrated her fortieth. We’ll always have each other.
Hazy lights dance before me on the horizon, and I am home.
At the sight of the house, her heart raced. She entered anyway.
3rd Week of August
Bringing the heat when needed brought the cold at the wrong time.
He new zimmer frame took her places she didn't want to go.
Wayward emotions subsided. Two souls, racked by grievous betrayal, braced in harmony.
The dogs were barking when the lady fell unconscious on the earth.
The State ruled over military, party politics & media, controlling national truth.
Her life became increasingly difficult, even showering, while incessantly thinking of him.
Berth uses the word 'defunct'; it's weird that the deads use it.
Goldilocks fired. The bullet caught Humpty Dumpty between the eyes. Goldilocks smiled.
Mirror to my face, inanimate though, is a portal to others' understanding.
For rent : wedding gown used only once; red ink provided in case.
Glorious morning. Fish are biting. Good catch, good company, wine, dinner cruise.
They believe they control our extracurricular rendezvous. But I pull the strings.
Her head became his bookend she thought wrongly he was her friend.
She was five. She flicked the switch and watched the world burn.
Still summer air wraps around my lemonade, forming beads, while cicadas sing.
Ingrid was slurping marrow from the bones when her stomach growled again.
A tangled web she weaved. Catching her victims before devouring their souls.
There’s no doubt about it; ladies who wear high heels look great .
Abandoned drafts resting in aether, like letters lost - never delivered, never read.
Darkness embraced him. The light did not. So he became the night.
Two gunshots and a stab wound later, he was finally a man.
She: purpose driven. He: nervous, hidden. All divorce begins at the altar.
Drops of blood from her glassheart splashed into the golden basin below.
"We don't wanna be a sweet potato pie," said the sweet potatoes.
She wasn't a stranger to homelessness, but with kids, it was different.
4rth Week of August
What a mix-up. Wrong body in the wrong coffin. Fortunately, nobody cared.
In a land of devils and angels, a young woman tames beasts.
Show your real self in a world where everyone is the same.
Furiously fighting. Swords violently clash. Defending ancestral land against invader. Sorrowful death.
Her bloody fingers rinsed clean, she inhaled pink surf one last time.
Her kiss buried a thousand secrets in its happening; hushing his doubts.
A solar eclipse, an army awaits. Caging her heart, she would win.
Could I halt your fatal leap at 100 tonnes of flashing metal?
The night has many eyes. The brightest belong to the Faerie Queene.
Religiousmaid, servant of God at day; prostitute, servant of Clients at night.
Andrew feeds the pinball machine his last quarter, presses play, then leaves.
Holmes, Holmes, Holmes, Holmes, Holmes, Holmes, Holmes, Holmes... Holmes, Holmes... fuck it.
Victor Locke dissected a crime scene like the most skilled of surgeons.
We—Earth and I—used to be fruitful, Edenic. But now: dust.
He raised his voices and the echo ran back to his ears.
I cry in despair when thinking of my lost son. God, why?
Ηe was piqued. Ιt said 121 words when it was only 12.
or savor each letter
seen & unheard
tasty eye candy
Darin, looking at his keyboard, muttered, "Now where is this Alt right?"
"No, I won't"
"On BOTH sides!"
"Sir, please stop tweeting"
That kitten is small homicidal fluff-ball on legs creating havoc, clawing curtains.
Rhino was almost perfect, until he failed. Then he became human. Perfect.
Βarely conscious… she determined herself to focus onto the familiar lyrics of...
"I thought you were at office"
"Just came to say final goodbye "
It dawned. He sit under the grey sky and lit a cigarette.
Green light, so he flew. Another turning right on red, never knew.
My heart beats a little faster every time he says my name.
The Grim Reaper entered her dark bedroom, unknowingly triggering the booby trap.
She locked the door behind her, noting how hot the handle felt.
Time stood still. A little wind. An enticing voice inviting him in.
The salty waves ebbed and flowed nonchalantly, heedless of her salty teardrops.
Eden. Adam. Eve. Snake. Apple. Eat. Naked. Ashamed. They cover. Snake laughs.
Jenny enjoyed being in the ‘slow readers group’. The boys were there.
Anticipation. The egg hatched. We viewed in horror as a monster erupted.
Waves crash below. Seagulls screech. Weightless she falls like a paper doll.
July 2017 - 12 Words Microfiction
I knelt by the graveside and realised, I didn't know any prayers.
The lonely ghost photo-bombed tourists.
They never noticed her.
"Phone glitched again..."
He finally captured Bigfoot on film.
And lost his camera that evening.
"Is this really heaven?"
"Well, you got the first two letters right."
With his crossword complete, he then focused on mopping up the blood.
The communication from Trappist-1 was no invitation.
It was a distress call.
His alcoholism isn't from a pressure to succeed, but a responsibility toο.
Resigned to fate he slipped below the surface for the third time
We should stop putting our middle-class budgets on our working-class credit cards
We aren't social animals like sheep or dogs. We are religious animals.
The diamond in Marie Curie's ring was cut to trap rare particles.
Triplets - two agoraphobic. The third, a shop-keeper, played the flute badly.
Τhe first summer her rose bush carried dead heads . Mine just dropped.
Baby Bear, you mustn't tell Mummy Bear about Glodilocks visiting Daddy Bear.
"Billy, wife needs to die."
"And Billy - make it painful."
For Sale: Baby shoes, never worn. Hurry! Down to last twenty pairs.
Jack fell down, broke his crown and died. Jill convicted of murder.
Time stood still. The intergalactic maintenance crew repaired Earth's axis. Time restarted.
We tried peaceful solutions to violent problems.
We never had a chance.
Tho rescued her history
remained a mystery
her ultimate demise.
She strived to be an individual. But myriad internal voices wouldn't leave.
a prayerful contemplation
in peaceful solitude
is God's gift to heal hearts
A beginning in the night, dawn to be the most certain ending.
Fairy Godmother never showed.
Won't make Ball.
Apologies to Prince.
A soft gust of wind blew her to the past once more.
His smile might have been my undoing, but he did have chocolate.
He is dead. Let's welcome him in our midst. Unsheathe your swords!
Ferguson shot her before I could stop him; he fled, I cried.
I wondered if it was time to tell them the body's location.
His parachute didn't open but he lived. His disappearance remains a mystery.
Professor said "think critically." Just don't write papers questioning his conceptual truth-claims.
Dogs on sand
water laps the Shore
grandad's favourite place.
A ripped kite tangled in bare branches, feels like New Year's Eve.
The doors her key opened were few - but the rooms were vast.
Fire reached the highest tower. Did the king escape through the tunnels?
The robin sings at sunrise. I will stay to hear his song.
Don't look for me.
You won't like what you'll find.
In my dreams, I go back and I burn down her house.