Stubborn Sally persists in pouting her smiling lips and continues taking selfies. She parties hard although she doesn’t work as hard. She likes it soft and simple. Nothing wrong with that, but she lets her student debt get in the way of other people, namely Mr. and Mrs. Sally’s parents. Continue reading
Short Stories – fiction
K. Pinella’s short stories
Thief
He padded into her life as if he belonged there. They immediately hit it off and were dancing, singing, drinking, and eating together. Day in and day out, they were in constant contact. They became as one. They tangoed with each other’s friends, but always together. Cymbals clashed along the way. A bit discordant, but they were able to smooth it out. As they continued along, little things popped up here and there like pimples. Unpleasant but manageable until . . . Continue reading
An Expectation (a six-word story)
All set, but where are you?
©2015 Karina Pinella
The Virgins
The crowd of bearded men brushed off the dirt from their clothes as they walked through a cloud a smoke. Continue reading
His Secret
He creeps downstairs, wincing every time he creaks a step. His flashlight shines toward the door leading to the garage. Almost there. He can hardly wait to be with his sweetness. His breath shortens at the thought of the taste and touch of —.
“Harry?”
He turns around to see his wife at the top of the stairs’ landing. He smooths his sparse hair, as he asks, “What are you doing up?” Continue reading
Soldier of Hate (a six-word story)
I’m coming for you next, virgins!
Image: Pixabay
©2015 Karina Pinella
Monster Masquerade: A Head
[A prequel to A Head on a Stick]
Jared is always scheming. But, tables are turned. He’s the receiver of a grift gone wrong. This trek to an obscure country for legendary ruins turns out to be a fool’s errand. Dizzy from trudging, he comes across a rectangular stone block with a hole in the middle. Fatigue overwhelms him as he lays flat on the length of it. His eyelids flutter shut at the same time his body is pulled into the hole. The quick forcible tug, which came from below the opening wide enough only for his lean body, popped his head off. Pop goes the weasel. Once always ahead, now he’s just a head.
[Monster Masquerade entry hosted by Fly TrapMan and Poet Rummager]
©2015 Karina Pinella
Monster Masquerade: A Head on a Stick
Fat from feasting on corpuscles and pus, the maggots exit from various orifices of the decaying head. A group crawls out from the ear canal, gummy from their travel through the waxy tunnel. They worm themselves through the tangled strands atop of what formerly held the gray mass that spills out of a gash. Drying blood completes the colorful little world of the legless larvae. Continue reading
Bless Bless (a six-word story)
Hold my thoughts, if not me.
*In Iceland, they say “bless bless” when they say good-bye. The picture above is of the Black Sand Beach in Vik, Iceland.
©2015 Karina Pinella
Eaten Alive
They say the alley buzzes with flesh-eating flies. What nonsense, Hugo thinks, as he jogs by the narrow passage that stinks like someone used it as a public privy. He looks around to see if there are homeless people or a passed out drunk lurking about, but the area seems deserted. Although the sky was clear when he started out his early morning jog, a cloud appears to hover above. He shrugs and sprints. A few blocks down, his curiosity gets the better of him, so he retraces his steps. Still jogging in place, he peers through the alley and sees nothing unusual. Just an alley, for heavens’ sake. What the hell . . . Continue reading
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