Belle Âme: Cheeks Of Rose With Skin As White As Snow

Edith Lockheart Victorian Sleuth Prologue:This story continues from the one linked below, but the story make sense without knowing the previous one: Belle ÂmeFlash Fiction — Murder Mystery A dreary Monday morning; I had become so tired of the lack of motivation that preceded me. But what was I to do I wondered? This thought would lead …

Street Food

A flash fiction Wrapped in plastic, lovingly folded, sitting on the side of the street was a biscuit in the shape of Snow White. A girl no older than 10 walks past. The tasteful aroma teases her senses. She eyes the folded up biscuit wrapped with care and decides what harm can come of eating …

The Devil’s Game

A Fantasy Story  Prologue:This story isn’t my best work, but I love the concept so much I thought I’d share. If anyone would like to work with me on this, I’d love some much-needed rewriting and storyline fixing then my email is here. Charlie sat down in A&E, and he was in excruciating pain. He …

The Book

The book’s pages twisted in the wind. It sat there for a while; it waited. A thousand years went past, and no one had touched the book. It felt angry, and it felt absolutely abandoned. Then one day, with no one being the wiser, the book was on the move. A gust of wind took …

Vampire Masquerade — Micro-Fiction

A crystal laced hall with a high ceiling and beautiful diamond-shaped chandelier. The hall was bustling with Victorina styled Vampires, all wearing masks and all dancing. However, there was one that stood out. One that wasn’t so pale. Bliss shuffled to the table and pick up a light wine. She was to have a woozy …

Belle Âme

   

Wish I never made

Dear Diary, I am so upset in my life. It’s only been a year since I made this deal and yet everything I’ve dreamt of has made me so upset. I dreamed of beauty, and they stowed it upon me; I dreamed of love and to be cherished, again this was given to me. I …

Cake to chicken

The baker wheeled out Harland’s baked face and body from the kitchen to the living room. ‘What a cake! You’ve outdone yourself this time Freddy.’ ‘Yes it shows off your face in such a way, I personally couldn’t have done better on this one.’ Harland walked around the cake that centred in the middle of …

The Working Of The Cog

A Murder Steampunk The smell of smoke curled up to the high ceiling. The dry, stale smell engulfed the room. A young man barely 20, flicked the butt into the ashtray. He had adorned himself with brown knee-length boots with cogs on the side. He had a tutu, mainly black with highlights of blue in …

Cake Shop

A steel door closed behind the young man as he whimpered to himself. “I was never meant to be here.” As he looked around the cold freezer, he realised his captors owned a cake shop. He searched for clues to tell him why he was taken. On a shimmering metal stand, with mesh around the …

The Dying Boy

As I stood there, a thin tear fell from my dour, young face, hitting the fresh grave. London, the city of fashion and art, hid the woman that meant so much to me. My mother lay six foot under the ground, and I, as always was helpless to save her. I gently laid an orchid …

Short Stories

Short stories from Innocuous

Subscribe to My Blog

Get new content delivered directly to your inbox.