Microfiction
Every Friday, the hashtag #FP springs back into life. It’s
microfiction (less than 140 characters, or technically 137 counting
the hashtag and space), following either a weekly theme, or just
your own ideas.
Here’s a list of mine.
She stared at the mirror and picked at the fractured pieces
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) February 26, 2016
of her mind #fp
Kinky hair streaked with water, black eyes streaked with hate. Her father's sword lay in her hand, and retribution tainted her mind #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) July 17, 2015With his final breath he cursed his brother. His blood called out for retribution. Loki answered with undying death #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) June 26, 2015
The stone read 'Beloved Father & Husband'. She clutched the rose, tears down her cheeks. Dead petals fell; 2 weeks, 3 days of freedom #fp
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) June 19, 2015
As the engine's stalled and the plane shook, she laughed with tears streaming down her cheeks. She'd almost missed last call #fp
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) June 12, 2015
The call did not go through. She stared at the phone until it slipped out of her hands; bloodstained slipped into a pool of blood #fp
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) June 12, 2015
Fate and magic danced when the dragon was born under stars. Destiny split, and through magic, magic was born #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) May 29, 2015
"Save it for when I come back," he'd said. I stare down into the abyss. Diamonds and white gold bounce against rocks on the way down #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) May 15, 2015
The honey suckle vines grew and grew, from no where and every where. The castle walls cracked and stones came tumbling down #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) May 1, 2015
The cracks in my mind healed as I stared at the scene I'd caused. Crimson retribution stained the white marble #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) May 1, 2015
From the depths of my mind panick gripped my body in painful spasms spelling out a message: Stop being a 'good girl only'; think of you #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) March 27, 2015
The night-in-day brought beasts from time's shadows into the world: slithering, sneaking, oozing, easing. The sun never returned #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) March 20, 2015Fingers bled and horsehair danced. Would the fiddle's song bring victory … or insanity? #fp
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) March 13, 2015The frailty of the human condition had never been more apparent than staring at her body; it lay twisted, bloody, broken by his feet #fp
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) March 6, 2015Rest wrapped the shards of her mind in cotton gauze. Yesterday’s memories flitted at the corners, their jagged edges not cutting through #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) March 6, 2015She grew up in famine. She grew strong in war. She never grew old #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) February 20, 2015Bandits took her family. Sveiar took her country. War will never take her life #fp
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) February 20, 2015In solitude I stare at a world not mine own; my time passed centuries ago #fp
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) February 6, 2015I was beautiful, was I not? Chestnut locks, amber eyes, crimson silk wrapping porcelain skin. Flowers of blood bloomed beneath me #fp
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) January 16, 2015A cloud of smoke surrounds me; it engulfs my being. And I? Am late #fp
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) September 20, 2014"Don't go there," he said. "There are dangerous critters about."
I smiled, baring sharp teeth. "Yes, me." #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) August 22, 2014As the mirror crack'd from side to side, the demons laughed, the angels cried; The borders gone once more #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) July 25, 2014You see what you want; a reflection of you in that which is not #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) July 25, 2014As some watch tumbleweed, we watch our dustbunnies frolic #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) July 11, 2014Every night the warriors rose to dance upon their graves. Every night the priest pretended not to know. #fp
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) June 27, 2014Children shriek in joy and play.
The sun glitters in the bay.
Grassy feet are bare.
Midsummer is here. #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) June 20, 2014The star's essence flitted through dimensions and time. Sparks of potential settled in the hearts of humanity; power unbeknownst to all #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) May 16, 2014#FP Soon he realised he would need to take the word 'ghost' writer literally as well, binding their ectoplasm for eternity.
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) April 11, 2014Shards of memories tear into conciousness; ragged, bleeding mind is left behind #FP
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) March 21, 2014#FP He had eyes the shade of the river, though the grief cut deep as blood. The tones of the fiddle drew her near and into forgetfulness.
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) March 14, 2014#FP The only sound that broke the silence of the night was water dragging her down under the surface, stealing her final breaths.
— Marie Hogebrandt (@melindrea) March 14, 2014