She was torn between two lovers.
One gave her a pink silk negligee and said if she wore it every night, he’d know she was his.
The other gave her his softest old shirt and said if she wore it she’d know he was hers.
She chose the right one.
Marilyn McFarlane is a travel writer and the author of Sacred Stories: Wisdom From World Religions. She also writes poetry, memoir and fiction. She lives in Oregon, where there is a lot of scope for the imagination.
Everyone says people should keep away from that solitary house at the dead end of Wolfsbane Street. A witch lives there.
But I’ve been there once, alone, and no harm has befallen me.
Truth be told, she’s an extremely sweet and alluring woman. I’m asking her to marry me tonight.
Clarisse de Jesus believes in love at first sight, depending on her mood. Follow the twists and turns of her turbulent thoughts at autumnleavesnowfalls.wordpress.com.
Granny, babysitting two-year-old triplets, took a bathroom break. She heard the toy box being pushed down the hall, stopping by the bathroom door. Giggling; then the click of the dead bolt installed to keep the boys from playing in the commode, and three pairs of feet running away.
Angie has been writing short stories since 2010 and has had one piece published.
The story of the week for August 24 to 28 is…
A Lost Moment by Patrick Yu
Wrinkles on her nose and graphic tee bestill his heart. Their first album’s good, he reassures, but nowadays they’re trash.
Eyebrows quirk.
Seizing his chance, he suggests they experience real music this weekend, but she declines.
He says she’s playing hard to get. She says he’s playing hard to want.
Chary writes at a snail’s pace.
She has been here at least eight times before, judging by the number of past selves in the crowd. She carefully keeps herself out of their sight. They must not know that they will fail. They will find out soon enough.
She lifts her blaster and locks onto her target.
Reb Elkin writes science fiction & fantasy, and is slightly obsessed with time travel.
“If he hopes to hold on to his title, our newly-appointed chief of police really needs to get his priorities straight.”
“Why? What did he do?”
“His first day on the job, he found a housefly in his office. Rather than handle it himself, he called for a S.W.A.T. team.”
John H. Dromey’s short fiction’s been published in Mystery Weekly Magazine and over 150 other venues.
Today I encountered two women on my walk. Wearing a pink, Live Generously t-shirt, an older woman didn’t look up as I said hello for the 6th day. The second woman, younger, walking two labs—one brown, one yellow—turned away when I said good morning.
I will keep trying.
Lisa Lillibridge is an artist/photographer/writer raised in South Dakota. She spends her time in Burlington, Vermont and Sandwich, Massachusetts. Her work is mostly about identity and the tricky business of finding home within oneself. See more at lisalillibridge.com.
They touched our faces, stroked our clothes, fingered our chain-laden necks, loaded us into the coffins. They set the coordinates.
“Why?” I said. “The world is big enough!”
“Hush; there is no air left for you. You took it away when you started breathing.”
“Besides,” another added, “space is bigger.”
Natalie Parsons is a writer and blogger, and she’s trying hard this year to get really good at it. Find more of her writing at itspastmybedtimebut.wordpress.com.
A bright morning
The blue skies and waves
Toes in the sand
I sip coffee
As two children
Search the shore
“Hey dad look”
They call out all the marvels they explore
Dad oblivious with cellphone to ear
Smiles and nods
A moment
Absorbed
With warmth
From a casual stranger
Sometimes life’s moments get lost.