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

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...

Living lawlessly is not romantic. It is a necessity.

I shove my knife into my boot, slip the purse into my pocket, jump down from the front of the stagecoach. My companion slides his blunderbuss into his coat, tosses his hair out of his face, whistles once, and the dogs bound away from the driver, and we fall back and...