Ludicrous | Short Story

Thunder rumbles ominously in the distance. Polly suppresses a yawn. She glares at the night sky which is blanketed in clouds heavy with storm.

Rain already, she thinks. Get it over with.

Almost as though they are lending an ear, the heavens open. Fat raindrops make their rapid descent down to Earth and Polly quickly pulls up her hood and directs her camera at the Stormy Princess.

For decades the Stormy Princess has guarded this short, barren stretch of Yorkshire coastline. From the day she first appeared in 1959 — crafted from clay by an anonymous artist — the sculpture has been the source of superstition and rumour. She’s bewitched, say the residents of nearby towns and villages. She’s made of magic. Every time a storm passes over her, she moves.

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Smile | Microfiction

Lisa winced and shuffled in her seat as her stomach churned and bubbled. She cursed herself for eating beans for lunch.

“You okay, there?” said the painter, having noted his muse’s discomfort.

“Fine, yes. Sorry,” Lisa said, blushing. Continue reading “Smile | Microfiction”