As he climbed the steep hill, he heard an earthly wail sending a shiver down his spine. A metal foot heaved itself onto the soft, squelchy surface of the muddy soil. It echoed through his ear drums, haunting his future nightmares. It was like the undead bursting out of the ground. Seconds later, it did.… Continue reading FICTION 500 Words: The Mysterious Boy by Lucas
Bob is an ordinary jellyfish in an ordinary school. One day, Bob was watching the kids play football and asked Lucy and Josh if he could play. They said “No!” Bob was confused why he could not play. They yelled “You can't play because you're ugly, smelly and a yellow jellyfish!” Lucy Boomed “And we… Continue reading FICTION 500 Words: Super Bob by Zaara
Screams filled the air. Tim woke in a sweat; his bed sheets were soaked through. Struggling for breath, he jumped out of bed and crawled to the window. His mouth dropped to his knees. A barricade was set in front of his window army personal marched up and down the road. Guns loaded, they took… Continue reading FICTION 500 Words: Playing God by Enzo
Day one and I’m late for roll call. It’s my mum’s fault as my super-suit is way too small and it is giving me a super-wedgie. I wish she’d never wangled me a place on the Superkids Summer Program but when your mum is Astro-Woman, she gets what she wants. Just ask my dad.
They can’t find us a new mummy, so we decide to make our own. We live with Aunty Linda - who is not really our Aunty - in a tidy house that we pretend is ours. The social worker says ‘it’s taking a long time because we are trying to find just the right mummy… Continue reading FICTION: What Mummies Are Made Of by Stephanie Hutton
“Waddya going to disappoint Mom with this year?” Shereen taunted Jackie with a high whiny voice. “Not some smelly perfume like last year, I hope.” “Nah, I bet he’ll get her some more earrings that will turn her ears green like the year before,” chuckled Vernon. “They had to call Hazmat to get rid of… Continue reading FICTION: Grimcrack’s Fantastic Galactic Mercantile by Paul Stansbury
They picked me to race Pumpkin Jack on Halloween night. It shouldn’t have been me. That’s not how it’s supposed to work. They picked my big brother last year. Joe went out and he raced Pumpkin Jack while we sat in our house, huddled together and crying, listening to the screams from the street outside.… Continue reading FICTION: Pumpkin Jack by Nigel Quinlan
