Gazelle raised her royal head. “Having overcome the Lioness, our foe, you will now be granted your reward.”
Rhino nodded graciously. “I thank thee,” he rumbled.
Gazelle signalled Monkey, who draped a necklace of brown jasper around Rhino’s prodigious neck.
Rhino smiled softly. The stones matched his lovely Lioness’s eyes.
Rammy won the 2011 Valentine’s Day contest with the following entry:
Of course they look alike; they’re sisters.
Coincidentally, I met them on Valentine’s Day and immediately fell in love, and now they live with me.
It was through a want ad: “New in town. Looking for friends, a litter box, and meow mix.”
I named my kittens Always and Forever.
Rammy Meyerowitz is a Puzzle Person and a Cultural Marginal, as well as a jewish atheist and a secular humanist.
Derek’s story earned second runner up in the 50WS Valentine’s Day contest:
“Do you love me?”
They were young, and she laughed. “Zero. Computers can’t love, silly.”
Eons passed. They were alone, together. As entropy drained the last drops of energy in the universe, he strained to ask the question one last time.
“Do you love me?”
“One. Always and forever.”
Derek Mullanari is a teenager who enjoys writing science fiction.
It was very important to Monika that she raise her children right. She taught them Kindness, and Hospitality, and Manners, and Decency.
But setting a good example wasn’t always enough, so she sometimes snuck a squirt of dish soap into her baking, just in case they’d been using naughty words.
This story was based on a title suggested by @BRSsexyman.
We called the dog El Pancho. I never knew why. Maybe it was the weird brown spot on his back. He had two lame legs and always smelled like rotting cheddar, and sat at the flagpole every day after school, but no one ever came.
One day, neither did he.
John Funk is Games Editor at The Escapist, and has been gaming and writing for most of his life thus far. He has far too many plastic robot models on his desk at work and thinks those dirty Horde can go jump off a bridge.
I remember the soothing sun kissing my exposed skin as the soft tide ran over my toes. The feeling of summer will forever be in my mind, as will the memory of you and your haunting, blue eyes.
Like the season of summer, all good things come to an end.
Rachael Scharp likes to write, especially poetry, and summer is her favorite season.
Rachael is part of a creative writing class from Liberty High School in Colorado Springs, Colorado, that wrote fifty-word stories and submitted them as a group.
She had a burning but unrequited love. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, so she transformed herself into a microorganism and crawled up his intestines.
She discovered some deep fried fig newtons in there, which intensified her affections.
She lived in his heart until he died.
Based on a title suggested by Dan Hingston via Facebook.
Molly slipped into the icy water, her eyes closing with a steely resolve.
No more would they bully or call her names. She’d had enough.
A note and her diary sat on the counter.
Her parents turned her sad tale into a bestselling novel. It’s true: money heals all wounds.
Nancy A. Cavanaugh is a freelance writer living in Keene, NH. You can read her flash and micro fiction at myflashywords.blogspot.com.
An apple and a pear fell in love.
They knew it was unusual, but they wanted to make it work, and the wise old hummingbird knew how they could.
They scattered their seeds all around the orchard, and when the trees grew they grafted branches onto one another and lived forever.
The emperor, being in a good mood, invited a peasant to ask him any question he desired.
“What,” inquired the peasant, “is your favourite body part?”
The emperor circumspectly intoned, “My knee!”
That is why the revolutionaries severed it from his leg and mounted it here, on this pedestal, in 1747.
This story is based on a title suggested by @Graham_LRR.