MumbletoesVSS

Twitter fiction by @mumbletoes

[MumbletoesVSS @mumbletoesVSS]

He put "50 Shades of Grey" aside and nibbled on his wife's thigh. It was lonely being the only survivor of the plane crash.

[MumbletoesVSS @mumbletoesVSS]

I visit his grave every Halloween. It's the only way to be sure he's not coming back.

[Mark @mumbletoes]

Some days left her fragile as a skiff in a tornado: tossed and beaten by lacerating rain. Today, however, she was the lighthouse: staring out to sea, steadfast and strong, ready to face the storm.

[MumbletoesVSS @mumbletoesVSS]

I diligently changed bowls for her, but wasn't wearing my glasses so put it in her 'Frozen Anna' bowl by mistake. The resulting tantrum made me an hour late for work.

Honestly, I don't know how we stay married.

[MumbletoesVSS @mumbletoesVSS]

This morning I made my precious little princess her favourite cereal. But she refused to eat it unless it was in her 'Frozen Elsa' bowl...

[Fossilized Tree Resin @Jamberee13]

“It’s fine,” she said, thick vines finding root beneath her skin and growing down her throat until her heart creaked like a wicker chair every time it beat

[Mave @MavenofHonor]

A hawk swooped low to fly alongside my car, and for a moment I felt at one with the universe. We both were going somewhere, the hawk and I. Also, each of us was eating a mouse

[A Small Fiction @ASmallFiction]

People would be told February 29th only came every fourth year, the council agreed.

It would be harder to explain that it happened every year.

That every three in four, memories of the day were harvested.

[A Small Fiction @ASmallFiction]

He stood, chiming his fork against his glass.

The room quieted. Every table turned his way.

See? he thought.

Dining alone didn't have to be boring.

[Patches @mostly_cheese]

Seated at the high table, the king cut into the pie. For half a heartbeat a feathery mass wriggled within, then the sound of wings filled the hall as two dozen blackbirds rose from the pie to roost in the rafters. "Why?" the royal baker shrieked at the birds. “Why won’t you die?"

[A Small Fiction @ASmallFiction]

Each month, the townsfolk sacrificed one of their own to the beast that came with the moon.

They thought they appeased it.

But they only taught it where to find an easy meal.

[MumbletoesVSS @mumbletoesVSS]

He hears his wife's voice reading a bedtime story to the children. He weeps outside the door, knowing her ghost will vanish if he goes in.

[MumbletoesVSS @mumbletoesVSS]

A waiter approaches your table holding a chunk of sorrow. He begins to grate it over your head.

"Say when," says the waiter.

"Say when," your fellow diners whisper.

"When!" you gasp through your tears.

But the waiter grates on.

[MumbletoesVSS @mumbletoesVSS]

I told my parents that a headless girl was following me. It was funny...until they took me to a psychiatrist.

Luckily he could see her too.

[MumbletoesVSS @mumbletoesVSS]

You are god for the day. You fly around the world sprinkling empathy like fairy dust. Suddenly the rich understand what it's like to be poor. The violent comprehend the pain of their victims.

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[MumbletoesVSS @mumbletoesVSS]

Mavis hurled her crutches into the bin and strapped on her rollerblades. It was time to fully test the hip replacement.

[MumbletoesVSS @mumbletoesVSS]

The badger sounded just like my Dad. "The wizards next door are brewing potions again,” it grumbled. "Do NOT go near the smoke."

[MumbletoesVSS @mumbletoesVSS]

She rushed back in time to stop her marriage before it happened. But her old self was too in love to listen.

[MumbletoesVSS @mumbletoesVSS]

Married to her prince at last, Cinderella was presented with a glass crown, in honour of her famous slipper. A week later, after the courtiers had laughed merrily at gifts of a glass throne, a glass dining table, and a set of glass cutlery, Cinders bought herself a sledgehammer.