Leg It! | Microfiction

Teensy-weensy stories I wrote on social media this week.

Molten liquid bubbles in the #crucible while the evil villain looks on.
“Time to sacrifice another. Boil away!”
Cackling, she tosses the next victim to its death.
“Lucy! My best saucepan… look at the mess! Turn off that hob and put those gummy bears down.”
“But Mum…”#vss365a

— Ellie Scott (@itsemscott) June 2, 2019

 

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A post shared by Ellie Scott (@tinysillystories) on Jun 3, 2019 at 7:20am PDT

The wind watched the weeping #willow and felt compelled to act. She blew as hard she might.
The willow’s fronds skittered as he giggled. “That tickles!”
The wind groaned. “Wait until the storm blows in, lightning and all. Then you’ll really have something to cry about.”#vss365a

— Ellie Scott (@itsemscott) June 3, 2019

 

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They lay in adjacent hospital beds, fingers entwined. 60 long years they’ve been together. Even death won’t separate them.
Their spirits emerge from their bodies. #Wings sprout from his back. Horns grow from her temples.
Seems they never really knew each other after all.#vss365a

— Ellie Scott (@itsemscott) June 10, 2019

 

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A post shared by Ellie Scott (@tinysillystories) on Jun 14, 2019 at 1:39pm PDT

“You doubled the price.”
The dealer shrugs. “High demand, limited supply.”
“I only need enough to get me through the campaign.”
“This’ll do it. £2000.”
The politician exchanges his cash for the tiny glass vial. “It’s good quality?”
“Yup. The best #empathy money can buy.”#vss365a

— Ellie Scott (@itsemscott) June 11, 2019

 

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A post shared by Ellie Scott (@tinysillystories) on Jun 15, 2019 at 12:15am PDT

“Daddy, we need to close the shutters.”
“Not ‘til #midnight. It’s a quarter to.”
“What if they come early?”
“They never come early.”
“What if —”
“Don’t mither me, kid.”
The boy squints at the clock. “Daddy? The hands aren’t moving.”
Glass shatters.
It’s two minutes past.#vss365a

— Ellie Scott (@itsemscott) June 13, 2019

Pockets and arms are laden with apples when the tree’s owner catches the young thieves in the act.
“Old ‘ag’s seen us. Leg it!”
The old hag smiles as the kids #bolt for safety.
“Enjoy, my loves. You shan’t taste the creepy-crawlies ’til they’ve burrowed into your guts.”#vss365a

— Ellie Scott (@itsemscott) June 14, 2019