Friday Fictioneers: 100-Words Story Challenge *Best Kept Secret*


He kept me hidden. Nobody knew I was here, and I had no clue where “here” was. Nor how much time had passed since I woke up in this room for the first time. Months? Years? My memories were imprisoned to make any sense. I had become a part of these pale walls, the creaking wooden floor and the ceiling, held together by cobwebs in each corner. Everything but the door. His door.

My only connection to the world outside was a tiny window. The dusty glass eye I could reach only tip-toeing to peek at the well-known squares all over again. Recounting them. Hoping for a single soul to appear but there was none. Not until her.

Image courtesy of Dawn Q. Landau

Friday Fictioneers – 100 word stories

Friday Fictioneers: 100-Words Story Challenge *A Touch Of Mystery*


My fear of dentists, cemented deep down inside during the years of the Soviet childhood, slowly started to disappear with each new visit to his practice. Like tartar from teeth – step by step until there was nothing left to worry about.
Almost hypnotised I looked at his muscular arms in the tone of warm bronze, admiring how gentle and attentive they turned out to be. An experience to be enjoyed.
There was only one thing that made me wonder – my missing panties after every anesthesia. I kept returning to try to solve this mystery one day…

Image courtesy of Ted Strutz

Friday Fictioneers – 100 word stories


Being a true admirer of K.Z.Morano’s stories for quite some time, I must say she does know how to surprise. Her fiction, written in a unique and exciting manner, is really something to be experienced. Goosebumps? Hair standing up on the back of the neck? It is all there…coming when expected the least.

And now – it is with great pleasure that I present to you K.Z. Morano’s Cover Reveal of 100 NIGHTMARES. Have some sleep while you still can – it will abandon you right after opening this book!



COMING THIS APRIL! — official date TBA

100 NIGHTMARES by K.Z. Morano is a collection of horror stories written in exactly 100 words and accompanied by a few illustrations.

It takes a brief encounter with death to cause enduring nightmares.
A single well-placed blow could maim you for life…
One well-placed word could haunt you forever.

Micro-fiction is a blade—sharp, swift…
Sometimes it goes for the jugular, killing you in seconds.
Its silver tongue touches your throat and warm blood hisses before you can scream.

Sometimes, the knife makes micro-cuts in the sensitive sheath of your sanity, creating wounds that will fester throughout eternity.

Take my 100 words daily like a slow-acting poison or read them all and die of overdose.
Your call.
It’s your suicide after all.

The Author
K.Z. Morano is an eclectic eccentric… a writer, a beach bum and a chocolate addict who writes anything from romance and erotica to horror, fantasy, sci-fi and bizarro fiction. Over the past few months, her stories have appeared in various anthologies, magazines and online venues. Visit her at where she posts short fiction and photographs weekly.

For more updates on the story collection like K.Z.’s Facebook page

Līgo Haibun Special

“LĪĪĪGOOOO!” I shouted from the top of my lungs as we jumped over the fire and I felt the flames reaching the part of my body polite people usually avoid mentioning in public. This was the 5th time and I knew we had many more to go. After all I had lost the bet: how could I have possibly known he would agree to be a part of that nude run across the bridge?! But he did! And even won to be crowned, though I am still not sure if because of coming in the first or for some other quite…um…obvious reasons. So, now, for the rest of the night, I was about to surrender to making the fruits of his fertile imagination ripe. Jumping over the fire was only the beginning. Ah, and the ancient story about searching and finding the only blossoming fern in the Līgo night…it turned out to be true. Surprisingly enough, without any connection to some botanical phenomena…

shortest night of year
fern blossom uncovered
-last glowing ember

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Līgo Haibun Special

Friday Fictioneers: 100-words Story Challenge – I Believe I Can Fly


“I think I have never really had time to notice the beauty, ” she thought, looking up, “but now…finally I can. Properly. That architect must have been insane – in a beautiful way, of course. Just like me. That’ s what they all said and wanted me to believe at least. “Different” was the word they used politely but I heard also “Cuckoo” and “Mad cow” whispered behind my back. What is so wrong with being different? Why mad? Because I always thought I could fly?! But I was right, wasn’t I?”

The pool of blood kept drawing surreal shapes around her head, on the street…

Image courtesy of Kent Bonham

Friday Fictioneers – 100 word stories


Friday Fictioneers: 100-words Story Challenge – The Fence


Everything was up to me now.
“You’ll know which one it is when you lay eyes on it.” He’d said urgently, “we had to bury them somewhere quickly that was recently dug.”
The conversation was cut: ”The caller you are trying to reach…”
I had to do it today or it might be too late. The heist had gone well, but they were still in hiding.
Biting my nails, I scanned the house ads in the dusty window…one, another…until YES! I couldn’t stop smiling…he knew how much I hated those clinically white fences…
“Could you prepare the sales documents?”
“Now ma’am?”
“Now! Immediately!”

Image courtesy of Janet Webb

Friday Fictioneers – 100 word stories

Friday Fictioneers: 100-words Story Challenge – You Can Leave Your Hat On


“Haven’ t I left my wallet here?”
I turned around thinking: “Couldn’ t you really come up with a better pick-up line for a TAX-FREE shop girl?!” but he did look confused. AND handsome. “Mmm, the uniform…”
“Black leather…with a zipper in front…”
I started looking all over the cash register and could already feel those images slowly forming in my mind – a cup of coffee followed by a hotel room and me in the bed with just his pilot hat on all ready to…
“Hello? You did?! You’ re a star, babe!” He put his mobile in the pocket, winked and was gone.

Image courtesy of Rich Voza

Friday Fictioneers – 100 word stories

Friday Fictioneers: 100-words Story Challenge

picture_copyright-claire-fullerCopyright – Claire Fuller

“No…You can’ t do this!”
She was not herself anymore. His gentle model, his muse with that shy smile had burst in rage.
“How could you…it’ s your face, YOURS! After putting up with your model’s “accidental” touches behind me…and now THIS!”
He thought she would be happy. He thought she would finally see…
“You can’ t bring it there tomorrow!”
“But it’ s my central piece…” he started, hoping she would understand…
Her eyes, always so warm, were like ice picks, relentless.
“But why…”
“Curator of your exhibition – my husband! How for goodness sake will I explain THIS?!”

Friday Fictioneers – 100 word stories