Fred desperately wanted to impress Carla. He thought about lassoing the moon or catching a shooting star, but those things had already been done. He needed something new, something unique.
In the end he decided to simply be himself, and that idea was novel enough to win Carla’s heart forever.
Daniel Slaten wrote this story.
There is one woman left in the world, and I love her.
I watch from afar, fearful of what might happen should we touch.
Sometimes she cries, yearns for me. I’m too selfish to offer my hand.
My arm aches from the scythe, but it weighs less than my heart.
Guy takes inspiration from love, life and the drunk strangers he meets on his way home. This is his third fifty word story.
They slap him, drawing blood, and berate him for being male.
With stoic dignity he walks away, returning later bearing gifts. They sneer at the quality.
He lays down, exhausted. They shoo him outside.
With a sigh, Tom leaves his feline mistress and their daughters to eat the mice alone.
Hilary Nichols wrote this story.
The picture on my timeline shows a victorious twenty-something in a designer wedding dress, studiously ignoring the besotted groom beside her.
I thought I had healed the wound carved by boyfriend-snatching ex-friends and wayward lovers months ago.
But Facebook is filled with daggers and I have no armor against them.
Monica Perez Nevarez is a sustainability professional by day and a writer by night.
She pointed at the moon and I said what and she said look how big and I said it really didn’t seem any different and she said but look at that glow and I said nothing for a long while because it was no use, neither her nor the moon.
Over the years Bob Thurber’s work has received a long list of awards and prizes. His most recent book is a collection of brief stories titled “Nothing But Trouble”. Visit BobThurber.net.
The dude called me away from the roof’s edge.
“Come back to life,” he said. “Journey back.”
Through eyes with tears, I said, “I didn’t ask to be born crazy.”
“To hell with bipolar disorder, Jonah,” the dude said. “We’re going to kill this damned whale together!”
I stepped back.
Jonathon Brooks lives, works, plays, and daydreams his days away in Carbondale, Illinois. He’s in love with stories and he truly hopes you enjoyed this short trip into his imagination.
The story of the week for August 24 to 29 is…
Southern Rim by Joe Lunne
Great emotional connection to the characters and a clear message are two things I value very highly in a 50-word story!
I’ve finally managed to work through the huge backlog of submissions we had generated, so it’s time to announce a new submissions model for 50WS, one that will hopefully allow more people to participate in sending their stories to the site, without leading to more massive backlogs with two-month or longer wait times to hear back on their submissions.
Here’s How It Will Work
Each month, submissions will be open for the first 15 days of the month. Any stories received on days 16 to 31 of a month will not be read (but can be submitted in the next month). Each author may only submit one story per month.
From the stories received in those 15 days, the best stories will be selected to be published the following month. Only enough stories will be selected to publish two stories per weekday.
Stories that were not selected will not be published, will not roll over into the following month, and cannot be resubmitted in following months. Authors will be notified whether their story has been selected or not once all stories from the month’s submissions have been reviewed. This will prevent huge backlogs.
What Won’t Change
The Top Stories program will not be affected. I will still choose a story of the week, story of the month, and story of the year in the same way.
It’s too late for this system to be in place for September’s stories, so as of today I am temporarily reopening a traditional approach to submissions, until we have enough new stories to cover the month of September. The new system will kick in as of October 2015.
I hope this will help me maintain the site more efficiently and make it a more rewarding experience to submit your stories to the site. I’m looking forward to receiving more stories from all of you again!
P.S. If any issues with this system arise, I’ll tweak it as necessary. It will be an experiment at first, but I think it will work out well overall.
Today marks the anniversary of the day I lost her. Her smile could electrify a room. Her laugh could wash all troubles away.
I kept her close, but not hidden. That was my mistake.
She was everything to me. Now she is everything to someone else.
My world wilts slowly.
Bethany Lindquist wrote this story.
The raincoat did little to keep her dry. She hadn’t bothered with an umbrella; rain hit from all sides, rendering it useless.
Perhaps the storm would wash away the fear that clung to her like ivy growing around an old tree.
Letting go, she let the rain wash over her.
Jane McMaster wrote this story.