It settles beneath your skin, into your very bones. You cannot help it. It is like a virus, slipping past your defences. You cannot help but feel the cold shiver running down your spine as you look at the clock and calculate how little time you have. The ask is too much, you know it.… Continue reading Stress (100 Words)
There comes a point with anything that it’s not about winning or losing. It just needs to end. It’s hurting you now, you see. It’s dragging you down with it, with them and you feel it inside your bones as you choke on the stress and the indecision and the sheer inability to say no.… Continue reading Flash Fiction – Let it End
Let me tell you a secret. Come close. No, closer still. You know, there are some people in the world who don’t get stressed? I mean, they get stressed, but not like you or I. Their stress does not consume them whole from the inside out, burning up until you cannot focus on anything apart… Continue reading Flash Fiction – Good Luck (A Teacup Story)
[100 Words is a story in 100 words or less, based off the word in the title.] Up is down. Left is right. What you know, what you trust. It’s not right. What is right? You don’t know. You don’t know where to look, where to turn, what to do. You just sit. Confused.
Lucy was stressed out. Dave really was useless. It ruined her Friday (Rating: 12, Genre - General, Warnings - Language) “Fucks, fucking, fuckity, sake,” Lucy swore repeatedly, putting her head in her hands. “Everything alright?” Yulia’s voice chirped from over the desk barrier. A few seconds later, a bob of brown hair and a bright smile… Continue reading Teacup Story – Stressed Out