Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – The Woman in the Window


She was svelte and curvaceous. Her skin was made of porcelain and she had long fingernails with shiny midnight polish. Her lips were red as dying rose petals and her velvet dress matched, slit up her naked thigh. Her dramatic eyes were cold pools. She had a wild mane of wavy black hair that she often threw back in coquettish insanity.

They say her husband went mad and tried to stab her with a sharp dagger. That she lives off the blood of those young men brave enough to come knocking.

I am she! My husband did not go mad. I am the one who went off the edge and stabbed him.

But my husband killed my baby. Left me in a bloody heap, at the bottom of the staircase..Now I wait for young dandies who dare to ring my doorbell and I pounce. No power on earth could stop my feeding frenzy. This is my revenge. How dare he pushed me down the stairs.

Word Count: 170

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Day 11 – Monochrome/Architecture 


You aren’t a treasure and you aren’t an island

Built among these gaudy towers

You are mid-level in the sky,straight, and brown

You’re speciality is a pirate show

Once good enough for every age, but now I hide my child’s face

At least your close to the fashion show mall.