Wednesday Prompt: Bitten Fingernails

A/N: As always check out The Short Story Press for Sasha's prompt. We give them to each other every Friday and post on Wednesdays. At least Sasha posts Wednesdays, I post when I post.

Bitten Fingernails

50 words

Fun fact: I don’t usually bite my fingernails, except when I am really drunk. I know I have had a big night when I wake up the next day with a massive hang over, and everything I try to do is hampered by the fact that I have bitten the nails so short it is painful.

56 words.

Wednesday Prompt: Even gods sleep in sometimes

A/N: As always check out The Short Story Press for Sasha's prompt. We give them to each other every Friday and post on Wednesdays. At least Sasha posts Wednesdays, I post when I post.

Even gods sleep in sometimes.

150 words

There is a banging at the door. ‘Go away!’ can be heard muffled from the other side, as if the voice has come from beneath a pillow.

The banging continues unabated and the knocker, a short, but tanned and muscular boy yells out ‘Wake up brother, or you will be late for the battle.’ There is a thump, and then mighty footsteps rattle their way to the door.

The door clicks and creaks open to reveal a man twelve foot tall, horns protruding from his head, veins spidering across his skin, blue against his almost opalescent skin. ‘If you are in such a hurry, I am here.’

As the identical twin brothers of war walk down the hallway to the kitchens, one 12 foot tall, the other barely 5 the world shivers in anticipation for the day's mighty combats.

139 words

Wednesday Prompt: Damn You, Postman

A/N: As always check out The Short Story Press for Sasha's prompt. We give them to each other every Friday and post on Wednesdays. At least Sasha posts Wednesdays, I post when I post.

Damn You, Postman

100 Words

Where is that asshole? I’ve been waiting for this package for almost a week since I ordered it online. I’ve been checking the tracking religiously. I know it left the compound for deliveries at 8:13am this morning. It has to be here soon.

It’s late afternoon, he never came. I’m still sitting outside waiting. I pull out my phone and swear. The tracking now says ‘attempted delivery.’ But I have been here watching all day, we didn’t have any post.

I go down the path to the mailbox and sure enough inside is a little parcel collection slip. When did the postman come? Damn you, postman.

106 Words

Wednesday Prompt: Hiccups

A/N: As always check out The Short Story Press for Sasha's prompt. We give them to each other every Friday and post on Wednesdays. At least Sasha posts Wednesdays, I post when I post.

HiccupsWord Limit: 50

I wake up to the screaming, my eyes flutter open and I have trouble recognising what I am looking at. There is blood and gore everywhere. My roommate, his face half torn off screaming in my face.

“AAAARRRGGGGHHHHH, Do you still have hiccups?”

All this to get rid of some lousy hiccups. The blood doesn’t even look real.

58 Words.