The dankness of the passage caught Princess Bee's breath, and she shuddered as gossamer threads caressed her face and hands With a flick of her fingers, she conjured a ball of light and glared at the web. Brushing it away, she warned the spinners to keep their distance.
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Flash Fiction
Short StoryTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...
