Chaos | 100 Days of Flash Fiction – Day #1

100 Days of Flash Fiction, Short Stories & Flash Fictions

Prompt

Time travel, a bookmark, the angel gabriel.


‘You’re dead’.

‘Angel Gabriel, how did I die?’

‘Your mother was Hera, your father, Zeus.’

‘So they made me die?’

‘Yes.’

‘It’s so dark here.’

‘Use the light from my wings, follow me to the Underworld.’

NaPoWriMo #15 – Contortionist

NaPoWriMo 2019
I've often found myself contorting,
squeezing into other peoples' boxes.
Maybe it's because I'm small.
I can fit into places easily.
But my stomach hangs over my legs,
petruding over the line.
Stuffing never helps.
Hiding can often reveal more than
what was
hidden.
So I stopped contorting.