He was brushing his teeth when he noticed he’d misplaced his thumbs. He spat green toothpaste and bloody saliva in the bathroom sink, looked around, then shrugged and kept on brushing.
Oh well, he thought. If they’re gone, they’re gone. No need worrying. Besides, I’ve never needed to hitchhike anyway.
Willem Myra, 24, lives on a satellite of a city gravitating around Rome, Italy. Sometimes he thinks he makes less sense than Google Translate.
Years after retirement, he had become old and weak. With the onset of Alzheimer’s and partial loss of hearing, he was now a burden to his children.
Irked by his illness, his sons threw him out of the house. The same house that he had once mortgaged for their education.
Sanchari Pait is a budding hotelier by profession and a writer by passion. She loves food and travel and is enthusiastic about quizzing and cookery. An avid reader, she believes that the pen wields power to change the world.
The story of the week for February 1 to 5 is…
S.O.S. by Alison Cooper
The intensity of the story sets up the twist really well.
The Story of the Month is chosen from the Story of the Week winners announced from the past month.
The finalists for January were:
New Year’s Resolution by Mary Steer
Waiting to be a Good Samaritan by Paul Beckman
Obsessive by Brandon Barrows
Her Finest Work by James P. Spitznogle
The Dead’s Weight by Eldar Levin
The winner of the January 2016 Story of the Month, and the $10 prize, is…
Waiting to be a Good Samaritan
I love how much this story catches the reader off guard. It’s just dark enough to get me emotionally invested, but light enough to really make me laugh. Good work, Paul!
There was a stranger in my bed last night. He was meek, his hair gray, his eyes dark and protruding. When I first set eyes upon him my heart began to palpitate. A gasp escaped through my lips, breath taken away.
A creature was stirring. He was, indeed, a mouse.
Debbie is an aspiring writer. Her journal is her saviour and she is now feeling compelled to share.
I didn’t object when Mom took me to the shrink. I’m a good son.
I answered all his questions truthfully.
The doctor told Mom it’s worrisome, my playing with fire and torturing small animals.
I reassured her. Those are symptoms for small boys. They don’t apply now that I’m forty.
Paul Lees-Haley used to be a psychologist and will be again when they let him out. His work has appeared in Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine, The Alabama Writers Conclave’s Alalitcom, Voices, G/C/T, Hypertrophic Literary, CoEvolution Quarterly, Trial, Spectrum, and numerous psychological and legal journals and magazines.
Traps are everywhere. We cannot venture out. We are cornered in this house we called home before the enemy showed its face.
All exits are blocked. Food supplies are dwindling. This is war.
Last night he chased us behind the refrigerator with a broom. Called us vermin.
We are doomed.
Alison Cooper is a UK artist residing in Los Angeles. She loves the challenge of culling words to get to the core, and has had her short stories published in Everyday Fiction and 50-Word Stories.
When she caught us, Louise stared at me with a kitchen knife in her hand.
In an act of defiant retribution, she picked up her phone and pressed play. Celine Dion – My heart will go on. Of all the songs to die to…
She knew how much I hated it.
Stephen sometimes writes poems and strangely murderous flash fictions. Find him at stephenkirkdaniels.com
The farmer saw his daughter halfway down a hole in the ground. “What are you doing, child?”
“The badgers are having a tea party, Dad. They’re expecting me.”
He tutted at this childish fantasy, dragged his daughter away.
Below, father badger consulted his watch. “Think we’d better start without her.”
Carol Browne first appeared on the planet in 1954. She regards Crewe, Cheshire, as her home town and graduated from Nottingham University in 1976 with an honours degree in English Language and Literature. She is a contracted author at Burning Willow Press.
A couple of football fanatics met in a sports bar.
“What have you been up to lately?”
“I’ve been advising a friend about some possible drawbacks of going for the two-point conversion.”
“Is he a quarterback with an important game coming up?”
“No. She’s a cheerleader thinking about getting implants.”
John H. Dromey has had short fiction published in Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, Betty Fedora, Stupefying Stories Showcase, and elsewhere.