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6 Word Short Story: It Starts Each January
By emtwytte
A dining table, covered in paperwork.
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50 Word Short Story: A Quiet Dawn
By emtwytte
She watched the rosy glow of dawn with unblinking eyes, frozen stiff like the hardened blood that decorated her throat in blackened lace.
“This won’t do.”
Soft hands reached over her shoulder and removed the delicate teacup, hours cold yet still warm by comparison.
“I’ll get you a fresh cup.”
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6 Word Short Story: Questionable Life Decisions
By emtwytte
Going to work with a hangover.
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6 Word Short Story: Need I Say More?
By emtwytte
Catching a cold on your vacation.
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6 Word Short Story: Thank God for Amazon
By emtwytte
Christmas shopping when afraid of crowds.
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An Endless Cycle
By emtwytte
Never had going to sleep sounded so good.
As Cassy walked into the house and shed her coat and boots, she pictured going straight to bed, collapsing face-first into a pillow, and sleeping until morning. Oh, that sounded amazing. The idea sent a last-ditch burst of energy through her, and she was on her way there when she saw the clock. 8 pm.
Pausing, she frowned. Some, small, childish part of her rebelled at the idea of going to bed that early. The little spurt of energy faded like a taunting memory as the cogs of her brain locked and stuttered. She hesitated for what could have been minutes or hours, caught up in the fog. Then, her eyes locked on a book.
Perfect. She would read for an hour and then go to bed. Relieved to be done with thinking, she walked to the bookshelf and grabbed an old favorite. The simple act of sinking into the comfortable chair felt like heaven. When she opened the book, she sank into the story just as easily. The familiar words and well-loved characters pulled her through the fog until it was a dim memory. Only the story existed for her as she raced with the characters through danger and conflict until at last, all was resolved.
With one last sigh of pleasure, she closed the book and looked at the clock.
“Shit.”
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The Advent of Trouble
By emtwytte
Tek raced down the stairs, past the holotree, and straight to the shining box in the corner. Bouncing with excitement, he pressed the button to open the gleaming door. Instantly, it popped out and a glowing 8 appeared. Then, a tall thin man with strange black and red clothes, a tall black hat, and a stick appeared.
“I gottsa man!” Tek yelled. He thought the man looked kind of funny, but he didn’t care so long as it was better than what his brother got.
“It’s a toy soldier,” Rin corrected in that annoyingly superior older-brother tone.
“Nuh-huh!” Tek thought that was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. “Soldiers don’t look like that!”
“They used to.” Rin’s calm response made Tek glare.
“How do you know?” he sulked, wishing he’d never shown Rin in the first place.
“We’ve been studying it at school.” Rin shrugged as if the whole conversation were beneath his notice and left the room. Tek sat on the floor abruptly and shoved the shiny door closed.
“Stupid soldier.” He glowered at nothing. Finally, he said, “Research Christmas calendar thing.”
“Searching.” The hollow, emotionless voice echoed around the room. “Search found advent calendar, a historic way for children to count the days before Christmas. Commonly made of paper, advent calendars had 25 doors to be-”
“25!” Tek shot off the floor, leaving the voice to speak to itself. “Mom! Mom! I want an advent calendar!” He tapped the screen frantically until he got a response. She blinked at him through it.
“You have one,” she mumbled, “the box in-”
“It doesn’t have enough doors! It’s s’posed to have 25 doors!” That was 24 more doors than his brother had. “And it’s made of paper!” He didn’t know what paper was, so it had to be amazing.
“You want a paper one?” She stared at him. “But you have a holo.”
“Yeah, but it’s supposed to have 25 doors,” he fumbled and spluttered, trying to get the thoughts out. “That one’s realer!”
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6 Word Short Story: Ow
By emtwytte
Untied shoes and a winding staircase.
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50 Word Short Story: Stagnant Hoard
By emtwytte
The sour smell of rancid water seeps through the air like a spy. It slides over the piles and through the papers. Somehow, it maneuvers through the mountains of treasured trash no human could progress. Behind them, miraculously unburied, it finds the human, the origin of the stagnation: equally infected.
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50 Word Short Story: The Big Game
By emtwytte
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.
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