Friday Phrases: Collection No. 3: Winter 2014

Another dose of my Friday Phrases!

If you don’t know what Friday Phrases happens to be …

Every Friday, writers (or anyone so inclined) come up with a 140-character or less micro fiction, slap on a FP hashtag, and share it with the Twitterverse. There are weekly themes, however those are optional. The imagination involved is truly limitless. Well, except when it comes to pornography/erotica or promoting your own work. You'll need some other Twitter outlet for that. (But don't worry, there’s a lot!)

Check it out, make some friends, and be thoroughly entertained!

See below for my Winter 2014 Collection!

Enjoy!

 

December 12^th, 2014

He exhumes her. His hands sink into the wet sand, tears into the foliage, brushes the grit from her stony eyes. The goddess' idol stirs. #FP

He pulls her in, fantasy embracing a lonesome reality. She sinks into the phantasm, empty and eternally unfulfilled. #FP

She leans against the wall, breath shallow, blood flowing. Vision failing. But she sees him, backlit, taking her fading light. #FP

My reflection crooks a finger. I lean in. It pulls me into the mirror so I can get a good look at myself, fractured & distorted. #FP

 

December 19^th, 2014

He picked at his teeth. It was a bad habit, but was there a better way to dislodge the fresh, sinewy meat of his kill? #FP #ProbablyFloss

 

January 9^th, 2015

He pressed against a back corner of the closet, watching her strip her flesh, muscles, & veins in the boudoir. A skeletal hand beckoned. #FP

 

January 23^rd, 2015

What if it wasn't just a cruel tease? Every brush of skin. Every kiss. Every promise. #FP

It leans forward, looking at me through the layer of ice overtop the lake. I pound against the frozen transparency, screaming bubbles. #FP

 

February 20^th, 2015

It invaded the village, pretending to want the children. What it truly wanted was a hero born of desperate measures. #FP

Flames licked the windows. Hands pounded against the glass, black smoke obscuring their owners. Smokey Bear dropped the matches & ran. #FP

She leaned forward, breath baited, staring into his eyes. "What?" He blinked. She flushed, turning away. "Nothing!" #FP

 

February 27^th, 2015

Exhaustion. He falls to his knees, the sand a hot, dry sea. Squinting, he looks up, knowing the distant salvation he sees is a mirage. #FP

 

Feel free to check out Fall and Summer 2014!

Spring 2015 will be up shortly.

Thanks and take care!

Larysia