Animal
Mr Duck
The duck followed me home. Not a dog. Not a cat. A duck. I heard him before I saw him, a cheerful “pwuk wuk wuk
Judith Pratt
November 17, 2021
The duck followed me home. Not a dog. Not a cat. A duck. I heard him before I saw him, a cheerful “pwuk wuk wuk
A tiger prowls suburbia. Its eyes hold no secrets. They are honest and utterly unreasonable.
On holiday, an Englishwoman saves a dog from its cruel Greek owner. But at what cost?
Susan Hasting sits on her porch sipping a cold G&T watching her daughter play in an overgrown field. She nods off, and the little girl disappears.
The kids have seen the demand letters. They know the truth about their 'camping holiday'.
A storm's coming, but Kelli has to get dog food… and beer. God help her if Darrell runs out.
Bob obsesses about a malicious call to the City about the welfare of his dog.
Dermot's packed off to buy sausages by his bossy wife, who is obsessed with her ridiculous parrot. He has no idea just how close he will get to the stupid bird.
Lonely Mark Tipton works at Little Caesar's by day, but by night he is a vigilante, a Charles Bronson for the animals.
Janet reads an extract of her story, 'Ursa Mater' to her academic feminist writing group, who can't get their heads around the simplicity of the tale.
Love a good story?
Free short stories of all genres
Rate & review professionally edited quality writing
Browse by genre or author
Showcase your writing and increase your readership. Get your short stories out there!
Copyright © see individual contributors. Fictionjunkies is wholly owned by Inkspot Publishing.
Website by Mrs E Creative
