Category Archives: Fiction

50 Word Short Story: The Big Game

This story was written for a 3-word prompt: pickles, turtles, & chickadees.

            Two teams faced off. On the land side, the turtles tensed, their faces intent inside their helmets. On the air side, the birds were all aflutter. The chickadee fired them up with one last rousing song. Then, he bent, held the pickle at the ready, and waited for the whistle.


Good Morning

Not a drop of alcohol –
No shots, no beers, no nothing!
Not a single pill or push –
Illegal, prescribed, or neither!
Yet bleary eyes greet the day
With twin red glares of pain
And a throbbing ache behind them
To drive the brain insane
To this uncalled for agony,
One finger says, “Good morning.”
In a gesture, blunt yet eloquent,
But the sun ignores the warning.


Scattered Shards

Scattered shards of dreams that twist and taunt:
Hundreds, thousands – uncountable.
Too many to choose from – Too many
To reach for, they glide and sparkle
Filling my vision with shattered focus,
A kaleidoscope of dancing gems
That spin and slide from outstretched hands –
Too far to tell fractured from flawless
Or even stone from glass.


50 Word Short Story: Successful People

            They still sit down to eat, but their chairs are attached to floors with wheels. They talk to each other all day and see each other for only a few minutes. Every year, they promise that next year they’ll take that vacation. Someday, they’ll retire and have time: total strangers.


6 Word Short Story: To the Polls!

Culmination of intensive research: voting day!


Trick Or Treat

Crisp, clear, and cold the wind calls.
It tugs, taunts, torments, and tears
At capes and cloaks. At hats and hands.
Mauling masks and wrenching wigs.
Plucking, pulling, and pleading for its share.
It steals the shouts of “Trick or treat!”
As one by one they parade with sweets
The longer it watches without a pick –
The more it blows with its threatened trick.


Unwritten

I have been but will I be?
Nothing left to do but see.


6 Word Short Story: Romance

Fading candlelight: two shadows or one?


50 Word Short Story: Facebook

            The clicking of mice echoes through the vast room of cubicles accompanied by muffled laughter. As the scents of myriad coffee drinks echo through the taupe, solid footsteps warn of the manager’s approach. As one, the mice click to a different window, and chairs creak upright – clearly, hard at work.


6 Word Short Story: He Couldn’t Stand the Screams

            Headless Bob stopped answering the door.