Ted was tired of waiting. He was a man of little patience.
All her life he’d waited while she did her hair, looked for her other shoe, or changed her dress (again).
“Oh, Dad,” she’d scold.
Now he waits to walk her down the aisle. He’s willing to wait forever.
Candace Kubinec posts her stories at storydribbles.wordpress.com and her poetry at rhymeswithbug.com.
A merman wearing a seaweed waistcoat burst from the water and landed in our gondola, showering us with spray.
“Marry him, you idiot!” he yelled, then dived back into the canal.
Drenched and bewildered, Mary nodded weakly as I got down on one knee for the second time that day.
Mark Farley writes novels, flash fiction, and the occasional poem. Find him on twitter at @mumbletoes.
Between sleep and wakefulness lies a moment of possibilities. She hovers there, feelings of desire and longing rekindled by dreams of him. Should she call? Risk rejection. Refrain? Always wonder.
Daylight seeping through a gap in the curtains brings reality with it. She remembers the heartbreak. Her phone stays untouched.
Bridget Scrannage lives near Bath with her husband. She’s the founder of an international online writing community with 120 members. See more at bridgetscrannage.wordpress.com.
Help me, I’ve won the lottery.
My mother sued me, my father’s stalking me, my brother tried to poison me, all because of my money.
I’ve changed my name three times and lived in and fled from six continents in three months.
Someone please help me. I won the lottery.
Chelsea Roberts has not won the lottery. She spends her days writing fiction at pastpaperanswers.com.
When she leaves
it doesn’t matter
what we’ve been through
sadness and guilt
are transformed into
smiley face emojis
triple exclamation points
love you forevers
and I respond in kind
of course I do
we adore one another
especially from a distance.
The truth is in the text.
Robin Lubatkin does circle time with the very young and what she calls “songhealing” with the very old.
Circling Aldebaran is a small white star known as Thea. Some call it a planet. It is a refuge, a resting place, a respite where the white things can go to escape such that the black things might not destroy them.
This says nothing, of course, of the yellow things.
Kenny A. Chaffin writes poetry, fiction, and nonfiction and has published work in Mobius: The Journal of Social Change, Microfiction Monday Magazine, 365 Tomorrows, Speculative 66, James Gunn’s Ad Astra, 101 Word Stories, Star*Line and others. He grew up in southern Oklahoma and now lives in Denver where he works hard to support two cats, numerous wild birds and a bevy of squirrels. His poetry collections and other work are available on Amazon. Find more at kacweb.com.
The story of the week for March 5 to 9 is…
Still Breathing by Linda Irish
She’d stalked him for months.
Fantasized about the intimacy of his bite.
About eternal life.
She imagined the momentary pain, and the rapture of desire.
She followed him to his lair and awaited nightfall.
His teeth grazed her compliant neck.
Backing away, he muttered, “Sorry, not my type.”
Alison does not like vampires. They are not her type.
Fabio the Fearless would perform a handstand on a chair, on the edge of a high building. The crowd grew silent, all eyes turned upward.
All save those of someone moving stealthily through the crowd. Job done, he disappeared, pockets filled with wallets that moments ago had not been his.
Answering the call of multiple muses, Edward W. L. Smith has previously published nine non-fiction books, more than fifty essays, memoir, magazine articles, short stories, and a good bit of poetry. He is an Emeritus Professor of Psychology, Georgia Southern University, and lives part-time on a small barrier island off the coast of Georgia.
The Story of the Month is chosen from the Story of the Week winners announced from the past month.
The finalists for February were:
Gospel by Beverly C. Lucey
Eight Months Later by Jo Withers
Lasting Impressions by Bob Thurber
Sugoi by Gwendolyn Joyce Mintz
The winner of the February 2018 Story of the Month, and the $10 prize, is…
Beverly did a great job conveying character and place with her use of language, and the pairing of music and spirituality came together excellently.