Burrst is a site for sharing short pieces of fiction - 'bursts' of 1,250 words or less (both written & spoken).

"Mermaids aren't real," she says, laughter ringing clear like a song of the summer breeze. The strange girl tosses her dark hair back, her eyes a beguiling and inviting green. "Where did you hear of such a thing?"

Deidre shrugs, batting the girl's hands away as she kneels down in the sand, pulling those thick black...

Look. Don't blame me. I told my boss and he told his boss, and his boss told his boss.

All I said was: is that pile of sand shrinking? We were just taking a breather—it's hard work with the jackhammer, trying not to hit Edinburgh's precious tram lines. All the while you can feel the eyes of the Princes Street shoppers...