100 Faces in 100 Stories — No87 — Helene and I were not meant to be. We were just soldiers in a silent war. What kind of future could we have with that sword hanging over our heads? But then the Midsummer festival arrived. For the first time in months, we wore clothes that weren’t just standard issue. …

100 Faces in 100 Stories — No86 — I was his perfect doll to be used whenever he pleased. Days would go by where he discarded me for other whims, and the gnawing ache was my one certainty. It meant my lifeline was tied to him — forever, always, undeniable. I wore my pretty mask on those days he graced me with his presence. I simpered and smiled and said oaths in murmurs. But he always looked past me, eyes always ahead on some target I couldn’t see or even fathom.

100 Faces in 100 Stories — No85 — You must have heard this story a thousand times. Now you want to make it a thousand-and-one times? All right. Let’s revisit Princess Stardust in her faraway galaxy. Grab your gear and buckle up. The asteroid belt is never kind to stray wayfarers. It was an ordinary night on the Centurion moon. The star shower had just ended, and people were going back home to their warm beds so that they’d awaken with the other distant moon’s glow.

Can you make a castle out of short-short stories? — For the other anthologies thus far: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Thank you for joining me for another Microstory Anthology! I’m trying not to spam everyone with these, but I have quite the backlog at the moment with having written over seventy (!!) microstories as of this…

100 Faces in 100 Stories — No84 — I loved her the way the sun loves summer, its light reaching for flowers to make each one bloom. I always reached for her as if she were the one who could bring meaning to my sorry life. The only problem? I knew her only through the dreams I had…

100 Faces in 100 Stories — No83 — When I first saw her, it was as if she were the labyrinth I had been waiting to find all my life. I could imagine it would take me till my dying day to uncover all the mysteries of her, one step at a time. But then I blinked and…

100 Faces in 100 Stories — No82 — I told her I wouldn’t be her fall guy anymore. But Riviera looked at me with those star-bright eyes of hers and leaned in close enough that I could smell her rosewater perfume. “It’s just one last heist, Victor,” she said. “Don’t you want to see what we can do? This is the opportunity of a lifetime.” I muttered something about curses and jail time, but Riviera just smirked.

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100 Faces in 100 Stories — No80 — In another universe, I might have been friends with a girl like Glacia Tempest. She would have been a normal girl — far from the feeds, the following, and the lure of influencer trends — and maybe in that parallel world we could have understood each other. Instead, I was…