50 Word Stories: Beneath

 I'd felt it. She'd felt it. Our son remained asleep. Our yacht rocked though the sea didn't, becalmed, it stretched into forever. I scanned the surface looking to all points of the compass, then even the sky: nothing. When I looked back to Jane, she wept. Her index pointed beneath.

50 Word Stories: The Monster Under My Bed

The monster who lived under my bed had sharp teeth and slitted, emerald eyes that flashed with anger. If anyone disturbed the monster’s sleep it growled and hissed and shot out razor talons. Sometimes, when all was still, it even leapt on the bed smothering me.******I loved that cat.

Paper Boat

Beneath the surface soft and sleek Lie predators that to me do seek They wish to rise up from the deep And snatch me whether awake or sleep To drag me down to fathoms depth Purge me of my living breath To treasure hordes and wrecks of old As my life would slow unfold These […]

Playing It Cool

Picture courtesy of fanpop.com and Google images A ghost whispers in my ear It doesn’t bother me I’m deaf A vampire bites at my throat It’s of no consequence I’m wearing a roll-neck jumper Frankenstein lurches at me I’m not flustered I’ve loosened his bolts The Wolf-man howls in my face I’m not disturbed I […]