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Microfiction: Lucien & Aldous #4

“I’ve always preferred the eighty-nines myself.” Aldous announced with a noticeable slur. “A more full-bodied vintage for the true sanguinarian.”

Lucien picked a shred of flesh from his teeth with a fingernail. The nail was long and scarlet and didn’t belong to him.

“Aldous, you are such a snob.” He muttered.

Microfiction: Lucien and Aldous #2

For the #writethurs challenge in Twitter.

Lucien slurped at his bloody fingers. Gobbets of crimson gore oozed down his chin. Aldous was appalled.

“Manners.” He hissed, proffering a napkin.

Lucien grimaced at the crisp white linen.

“Seriously?” he said, sucking a juicy clot from this thumb. “Who taught you how to be a vampire?”

Microfiction: A Walk In Whitechapel

In response to a one word writing prompt: liminal

Whitechapel is never silent. The ghosts of two millenia crowd the lanes, beckoning, with crimson allure from shadowed doorways, calling to you in brash Cockney from long dismantled stalls. They grasp at your feet as you stroll, oblivious over their plague-rotted remains.

Microfiction: The Secret Life of Tom Scruple

Inspired by a one word writing prompt: fastidious.

“Is that a smudge?” Mr Arfwick went quite pink.

“Erm…” Tom stammered for a response.

His boss decided not to wait for one.

“Here at Nitpicker & Scruple we believe in fastidious accounting. Start again!”

Tom trudged away. Why had he let his father talk him out of being a pirate?

Microfiction: There’s No ‘I’ In Team

For the #SockItTueMe writing challenge on Twitter.

“Cover us!” Yelled Agent C, as he and Agent D ran for the chopper.

“I thought we were in this together!” Said Agent I, drawing his gun.

“We are!” Agent D threw herself through the chopper’s open door and signaled the pilot to take off. “But there’s no I in this Team”