Tag: 100 word fiction

Street Party

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Street Party by T. Delaplain Emily weaved past the worst of the octopi, imagining a shark schooling them in manners before leaving a pile of tentacles. The mess would invite more predators, but it would be worth it, if she didn’t have to endure the not so subtle brushes against... Continue Reading →

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Burning the Trash

Photo credit @Jennifer Pendergast Burning the Trash By. T. Delaplain  Every chapter Peter burned brought him closer to clarity. He wasn’t a writer, just a hack. He cut through the painful details of his deficiencies leaving only shreds of regret and a pile of literary trash. The premise had been brilliant, the main characters tragically... Continue Reading →

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To Sleep Among the Poppies

Photo prompt by Jeff Arnold To Sleep Among the Poppies By T. Delaplain Dot kicked her heels under the tumbled mattress, a splash of red among the silky detritus of her trade. His used trash tainted the pile of garments that had to be rinsed and worn again in a few hours. Counting the emerald... Continue Reading →

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Balancing Acts

Photo by Fatima Fakier Deria Balancing Acts By T. Delaplain “You can have it all”, they said. The career, the kids, an American flag and a pink flamingo on the picket fenced lawn; a full measure of domestic bliss. I was in the center ring with all the balls in the air, apron strings tied,... Continue Reading →

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Home is Where the Heart Lands

Photo credit @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Home is Where the Heart Lands By T. Delaplain Mind if I take a look at that leg of yours, Mary?” “It ain’t nothing Doc. Remember, I was a nurse at County before the whiskey.” The crusted gray strips of fabric, fell in a stinking green spiral. “You’ve got gangrene?” “Sure do,... Continue Reading →

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The Wisdom to Ride

Photo credit to Douglas Mac Illroy The Wisdom to Ride by T. Delaplain “Dumb asses, sit on top of a tornado for 8 seconds and wonder why they is always broke. Broken wallets, broken bones, broken dreams.”  “Yup, I reckoned you’re right Daddy but he’s here to pick me up anyway.” The sight of the... Continue Reading →

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Nothing Quite As Sweet

Photo Credit @ Fatima Falkier Deria Nothing Quite As Sweet By T. Delaplain She worried a dried fleck of white from the lilac tulle; nothing quite as sweet as wedding frosting or bridesmaid’s couture. Still wet from the kisses and caresses hidden beneath yards of satin and tulle she ached for their reunion. How long... Continue Reading →

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Always a Widow

I’ve been lost in Baja, Mexico, enjoying the sun and sand, sometimes wasting paper writing tall tales, sometimes cooking for strays at MyBajaKitchen.com. La Señora took a liking to Sarah’s photo and insisted on living another 100 words. Here’s her web of intrigue. La Señora came to me at a run down clam shack; feet... Continue Reading →

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Held In Memory

Photo credit @Al Forbes Held In Memory by T. Delaplain I slide into the backseat, lie on my back and imagine the moonlight. I'm assaulted with longing so intense that it can only be desire. The taste of your breath lingers still. I run my hand over the discolored upholstery. I can almost smell the... Continue Reading →

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