Yemi dropped to the floor, clutching the white paper in his hand.
The results of the DNA test stung his eyes. His status had changed from an illegitimate child to a common stranger. For 35 years, his mother had lied.
The hefty inheritance from his late “father” no longer existed.
Aubrey is an idealist with a fondness for writing and all things culture. She sporadically has vivid dreams about her unpublished books being on the New York Times best sellers list.
Are all the boxes marked? The van’s here already.
Feed the baby, and don’t pack the pacifier. Where’s the cat?
Now keep hold of the dog’s leash and stand right by the front door to tell the movers what goes where.
No, you are definitely not getting the biggest bedroom.
Catherine Mathews is a State Department retiree, formerly stationed overseas in Paris, Rome, Tel Aviv, Athens, Frankfurt, and Istanbul. She is now living in Northern Virginia and writing about her life.
“Happy twenty-first birthday, Stephanie.”
Linda raised the beer can to the sky and took a sip.
“Sorry we have to share, but Mary would only give me one.”
She bent next to her best friend’s tombstone and poured the rest of it out, leaving the cemetery with a heavy heart.
Melissa J. Crispin was born and raised in Connecticut, where she still resides today. She is currently working on a novel, as well as shorter works when the mood strikes.
Lily is 19, and already well known to police.
Calmly, Detective Carew sits beside her. Gently, he takes one of her now-bare arms, turns it over, and examines the new needle tracks.
“You’ve fallen off the wagon. You’re using again.”
“No… I haven’t.”
“What are these?”
She whispers, “Demons’ footsteps.”
Barry O’Farrell is an actor living in Brisbane, Australia. He is enjoying the challenge of writing in 50 words.
He’s changed while he’s been gone.
The glinting metal piercing. The tattoo curling up his neck. The stench of smoke hanging around him.
But underneath he’s still my little boy.
He stands nervous, not meeting my teary eyes.
I reach out and embrace him.
“I love you, Mom,” he whispers.
Monica loves to make music, read, and write in the time she’s not slogging through piles of homework or caught in a consuming daydream.
I walk past the boutique clothes store. Inside, someone is burning a scented candle: coconut and lime tonight.
From the café next door drifts the warm aroma of high-end coffee and vanilla beans.
I linger in the sweet spot between shops. Should I buy a drink, or just keep inhaling?
Brenda Anderson’s fiction has appeared in various places including defenestration and Fiction Vortex, and will appear in SpeckLit. She loves the offbeat.
She sought out the blue dot, his blue dot, which was sometimes accompanied by the word “mobile.”
She developed a nervous tic, always reaching for her phone.
Perhaps he looked for the reassurance of her blue dot, too. But probably not.
She knew this, and she tried not to care.
Sarah Vernetti is a freelance writer from Las Vegas, Nevada.
She stood there, anxious about her first day at work. The training had been scant, at best.
Max had said everything would be fine, but as he placed the blindfold over her eyes her confidence dwindled.
Moments later, metal impacted around her. When the clapping began, she could finally relax.
David likes to write and his ego likes the likes.
Many expressed concern when she departed for Costa Rica. Like going out at night alone, traveling solo is a way to get yourself in trouble.
People worried about her safety and felt a twinge of pity. Some looked at her with admiration and awe.
Living up to that exhilarated her.
Emilie lives in Toronto, Canada and works at a bank. She seeks to discover her creative and expressive side through writing and finds 50-word stories the perfect medium.
I’m late for the lesson.
Old Crouch the Grouch smiles pleasantly. I sit down.
Why isn’t he screaming at me for being late? What’s all this coloured Plasticine for on the desks? Why’s that music playing? Why’s he wearing a suit? Why’s everyone working?
Then I notice her. Ofsted inspector.
Arthur Brown had a long career in teaching. He saw a lot of changes and never did really get used to them. He draws comfort from the fact that no-one else seemed to either.