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 September
The basement steps creaked as Sam's kidnapper came down to visit her.
Thus she was born, at the borders of a medieval manuscript page.
Little child, innocent as sunshine, followed the voice; coming from faeries world.
He fights dragons in preparation for the demons lurking in plain sight.
Inspired by limitation, each word invokes boundless meaning within the reader's heart.
She lied, "I don't need you!"... but her heart told the truth.
When the President didn't stand against Nazis Boston decided to do it.
I've broken bones and twisted fingers but they won't hold my breath.
She thought they could motivate one another, but they didn't need her.
She walked into the sunset thinking finally maybe she had found peace.
"Mummy, if men are clever, why do they dig holes in roads?"
The heart is a vessel of hope and pain, but determinedly love.
Exchange: used coffin for tight clothing, it doesn’t matter the sex.
Forced to run for mayor of the smallest town between my temples.
The winds whisper and surrender to the oncoming night; all is still.
Why are weeds so determined? They're never wanted, but still bloom.
Faith and love give us more than the eye can see; eternity.
I might be a long distance runner, 12 words seem too skampy…
The soldier follows him inside, weapon draw, safety off. An IED explodes.
The old cowboy stood at the bar thinking of her and smiled.
Humans are as the seasons; ever-changing. Only, we have an expiry date.
He burnt down trees but nobody cared about all things concerning him.
The waves were splashing as the girl swayed in spiral traces un-detained.
She picked until the bloody hole matched the depth of her fear.
wandering listlessly towards
an abyss that will deliver and devour
His gentle voice made her truly realize that he was the one.
Wait. This tasted like... "Peanuts?" he spluttered. Behind him his wife smiled.
Stopped nighttime burglary, began daylight robbery. Now see my kids more often.
Apocalypse. Last two people on Earth. We hate each other. Constant silence.
"He's dead boss."
"Excellent! Any witnesses?"
"That's easily rectified, Jimmy."
Falling through air, she wished she hadn't of taken the plunge.
"This is what my life has taught" said the four year old.
Cancer. Only weeks. So worried about telling family. Never saw the bus.
And then there was none. The last soul falling where he stood.
Severed leg. Life ended. At forty, began again. Met you. Found bliss.
Don't be afraid, my boy. I won't hurt you, said the witch.
The priest saw the corpse: "Your death only adds to my failure!"
He dragged back her naked body. Sex and murder. Both allured him.
He stepped back totally naked. It was the first time being raped.
The world is gigantic but somehow I still found you in it.
2nd Week of September
Dragon eggs, a rare commodity. I was hungry but not that hungry .
She can handle the day but at night the loneliness takes prisoners.
Hair, makeup and all that jazz brought out a whole new ego.
Every full moon I shed crimson skin. Mama, it’s good being reborn.
Jimmy Hoffa's first kill,was three days after Kennedy's assassination in Dallas.
It ended at the beginning and all was still and solid again.
Who hid a museum's stolen treasures within the pyramid? One conflicted archaeologist.
Anytime he smiled, her heart skipped a beat. Until today, that is…
"You're stronger than you think you are," she said. Maybe I am.
The Man stared down at his wedding ring and smiled with joy.
in a plastic world
was not an illusion
Her whole life she'd been told that she couldn't.
Nevertheless, she persisted.
Withering's easy. Growing's hard. It's only so when depression looms not far.
Bubbles rose up. Then, stillness...
Now, what should a new widow wear?
No more roads, truck driver. From retirement to the asylum, two trips.
The tenor stabbed the soprano to keep her off from other men.
The warewolves howled at the door as the vampires plotted revenge inside.
He leapt from the building as his wings broke through his shirt.
He was born loved and poor, yet he died rich and hated.
She dug through the trash for food while her baby cried endlessly.
She breathed in the heavy, iron-scented air. Revenge smelled so sweet.
He sows, he waters, he tends. He wins Best Garden in Bloom
His final moments, his last words – lost forever in the deep sea.
She lingered, he kissed her, and then her husband walked in. Oops.
"You're stronger than anyone," Greg tells himself as he considers another cookie.
Don't worry he soothed, they couldn't hit an elephant from that distance.
He drove away, leaving his mother and memories in the dusty trail…
I didn't believe in magic.
Until an owl dropped off a letter…
I miss Grandma, but she's still with us, watching from the mantelpiece.
Autumn is the bitter sweetness of making crab apple jelly without you.
He hastily wiped away the perspiration his bloodstained sweatband should have absorbed.
Bed creaks. Kisses arouse me, smiling. Wait, cologne? He doesn't…
He kissed her and left, posting his key back through the letterbox.
I exit my neighbor's burning house and toss the matches behind me.
The horror raced towards us. Finally, we realised it was a planet.
Standing on the rails in bare feet just to feel the train.
He entered the operation room. It was the first time being dad.
Now dead, she was finally released from the prison she called life.
Just one... last... chop... Yes! The body finally squeezed into the holdall.
He reminded her of her dead babies, so she killed him too.
3rd Week of September
Humpty tumbles to his death. The hand that pushed him melts away.
She laid silent upon lavenders bed; her face sodden with teary deluge...
I am expendable in his life and so is he in mine…
After the tornado, Dorothy cobbled magic shoes from fence and barn splinters.
The clouds, discouraged, shred in the sky, The sun slips through unnoticed.
The cold sea crashed over my feet and washed her footprints away.
Much of the bitter taste disappears
when drinking from a beautiful glass.
There was a grapefruit on the counter, cut just before my awakening.
She would never know how her words that day, changed my life.
Zombies won the war against humans. To celebrate, they devoured each other.
Who knew that one awakening kiss, would forever stimulate my meek existence.
It was her fateful maiden voyage, when she struck the waiting mine.
The corpsegrinder worked the asylums, filling his machine and selling the mince.
After 30 years he finally solved the Rubix Cube, then spontaneously combusted.
Hope I have that lasting impression on the woman in my life.
He walked along a new trajectory, knowing their paths would never cross.
Autumn: leaves. Winter: snow. Spring: daffodils. Summer: grass.
He's buried under there.
She drank herself into oblivion because, when sober, she hated her family.
Crimestopper stood vigilant, keeping a sharp eye on his fellow Walmart customers.
He never understood why humans celebrated birthdays. Manufacturing dates dictated maintenance schedules.
To avoid feeling powerless and ordinary, Lew frequently indulged in unnecessary risks.
"Look at all these dragonflies!" the biker shouted, not noticing the cliff.
Darkness bloomed at her fingertips. She was the witch they feared most.
When she died I was heartbroken, but relieved.
I hid the arsenic.
Sells soul to Satan under Solar Eclipse. It's all good: for eternity.
She died laughing. The smile lines on her frozen face said so!
My words shoot bullets. Then you throw grenades. An old fashioned war.
A man with raw scar on lower right abdomen... happy kids... Housewarming.
On her deathbed she stared at me. All those years melted instantly.
Her bags packed, she said goodbye, but froze at the front door.
Blessed with limited vocabulary, Jack named morning -"when the day was little".
She leapt bravely into the void and discovered all the world's mysteries.
Improbable desires unspoken never lead to rejection. Maybe she thinks the same?
We were just kids, screwing around. We didn’t know it was loaded.
Deep within the hollow moon an alien civilization grew. Recently, it emerged.
He sighed regretfully.
The fate of the world hung on 12 words.
Relax! Flight to the Dead Sea pays your striptease, explains the ghost.
She said she liked me; lies; she liked my choice of weapons.
Suddenly her life didn't feel so hopeless. She found home with him.
For sale - multi sport wheelchair. One careful lady owner. No longer needed.
4rth Week of September
"State your wish concisely," said the genie. "You may have twelve words."
"Two tickets of a corner seat. The last souvenir of their togetherness".
I've never had such luxuries as this rich hardwood and satin casket.
Let it rain, he cried out in hopes of hiding his tears.
The full moon vowed to chage all that, the course of things.
Cycles from minds do it every time. Bind themselves to certain places.
The sweetest pain he ever was, he twisted the knife once more.
Judge's hammer fell hard and distant wailing began. The die were cast.
Harvey turned his horrifying winds towards the Mainland. He refused to leave.
The sky was still painted winter; while Earth pushed up the spring.
to grow up
one dew drop
The silent peregrines inflight strike left only a bursted orb of feather.
The sun is sick and crackheads clutching flyswatters are chasing after bees.
Gia entered the castle unaware of the dark force that dwelled within.
Shots.. Silence.. Roar.. Uproar.. and the grocery market pervades uninterrupted as usual.
Dying, he desperately needed a reason to live. She smiled. He survived.
She won't forgive you. If you care, she is hoarding your tears.
Look up the full moon.
Suddenly your face emerges.
The yellow mirror.
The sun rose.
Enveloping me in it's warm embrace.
A lover's touch.
Βend in the road then looking back was memories. Never more mirrors.
The water had not yet crested; again he dove in—searching, frantic.
Always my theatre...play your part and bleed at the director's cut.
"There's no hope," she sighed. Gunther smiled. "There's hope. You must believe."
The horror movie was awesome; Stephen King at his very best y'all.
Seek not perfection in someone,rather have faith that transforms
Finally she realised she was completely fulfilled by her small, quiet life.
Their lives together began with love; continued in faith; ended with hope.
The man stepped forward. At first, we thought it was a person.
"I will stick to you, forever"
said the stamp to the envelop.
I shouldn't have drunk so much. She pointed the gun at me.
He knew how to dance. She didn't. He didn't care. She did.
Worked the janitorial shift all summer. There was nothing clean about it.
Ηe swore at the screen but was stunned when it shouted back.
Memory of my first day of school: I learned I was fat.
The happy house trembled with the gargantuan footfalls of five playful children.
The sunset kissed what little was left of the town to sleep.
She brought me tea with a smile. A flower bloomed before me.
A handful of dirt on a casket.
“You deserved worst,” she whispered.
The coffin was so small and light he could carry it himself.
The apprentice sighed heavily as he watched the others practice their spells.
Now, I look in the mirror and no longer recognize the reflection.
Dr Jekyll hated hurting people. Mr Hyde released him from all that.
I closed my eyes and blew out the candle. Maybe this year.
I have been waiting all my life,' she said, unhooking her bra.
We were not soldiers. We fought because we could not run away.
I'm having all these thoughts about you. Do yours include me too?
Was it "Love at First Sight?"
But my eyes adjusted quickly.
"This needn't have ended like this" and she jumped from the bridge.
The disintegrated faces of candidates from campaigns past ruled from stuck-up posters.
She smashed each mirror she hated herself in. No mirrors were left.
"Oh, the tales I could tell of my tail," said Mole. "Hair-raising!"
The stolen fruit wasn’t as sweet as we hoped it would be.
When the wasps came, it started with only one.
Then came millions.
New drugs cures racism FDA slated to approve it next Friday. Praying.
I woke up mid surgery to hear the doctor say, "Uh oh."
Eating my father was easier than expected - one mouthful at a time.
Three sisters stand guard,
frozen for eternity,
when the spell goes wrong.
Please, don't become a prince; said the girl after drawing the frog.
You remind me of my lovely daughter.'
'I know, Mum,' she whispered.
He lied about his other girlfriends, she lied about her criminal record.