He was sick of blood.
Meanwhile, the trail of corpses had authorities hot on his heels, so he decided to quit cold turkey. He joined “Bloodsuckers Anonymous”, a little known international self-help organisation with their head office in Transylvania.
Problem was, there wasn’t a vampire amongst them, just corporate leaders.
Connell has previously written about Frankenstein and zombies on 50-word Stories. This is his first, and perhaps last, foray into the shadowy world of vampires.
An old man scratches his stomach through rags on a street corner. On cardboard he has written: “Anything Helps.”
A suited man approaches, and the old man says. “Please, sir, spare some change for this beggar?”
The man replies, “I don’t have any change. I just bought a new wallet.”
J.D. Mraz is a husband and father of two. Writers Ray Bradbury, Ernest Hemingway, John Steinbeck, and Anton Chekhov greatly influence his work. He has five published short stories and a self-published novel to his credit.
I swirl, dip, leap and step,
To the rhythmic, rolling, reverberating melody,
Of gleaming copper, and polished bronze;
A shivering note, long held in the air.
The deep, monotonous, shivering song,
of shining, gleaming, chiming bells.
I must leave before the twelfth gong.
Prepare my pumpkin.
I lost my shoe.
Ellen is a 12-year-old student at Crofton House. She enjoys making puns.
The story of the week for March 21 to 25 is…
The Diviner by Candace Kubinec
A clever way to indirectly tell the story of what sounds like a very unique relationship.
Eagerly anticipating our exam grades, we were shocked when Mrs. Johnson entered the classroom with a shopping bag full of shredded paper.
She said, “Forget everything I’ve said up to this point about how it’s your responsibility to keep your work out of your dog’s reach.”
Thomas raised his hand.
James W. Davidson, Jr. majors in philosophy and English at Winthrop University in Rock Hill, SC.
She claimed she needed the window seat—”It’s to prevent me from puking my guts out during turbulence, baby”—but I knew what she really wanted was to stare out into the wispy clouds, to hide from the reality that our relationship had been free falling for quite some time.
Christopher Gonzalez is a writer and graduate of Vassar College, where he won the 2015 Ann E. Imbrie Prize for Excellence in Fiction Writing. Born in Virginia, raised in Ohio, he currently lives in Brooklyn and works in eBook production. You can find his writing at chris-gonzalez.com.
“My house, my rules!” he’d roared.
My legs complain of the extended sitting of the journey, the chill no one else seems to acknowledge, the vibrations of the traffic.
Deposited among chaos and unconcern by a cabbie who’d taken money I’d put aside for a meal, I reappraise father’s “tyranny”.
Irish writer Perry McDaid lives in Derry under the brooding brows of Donegal hills which he occasionally hikes in search of druidic inspiration.
Every Sunday at 10 AM, Lucy calls. Initially, I explained that she had the wrong number. But Lucy forgets. So I pretend to be her dead daughter. We talk. We laugh. We exchange I-love-yous. Every week.
It’s 10:01 AM. For the first Sunday in seven years, the phone stays silent.
Carrie has a poor memory and dislikes talking on the phone.
Nursing home conversation:
Is that Myrtle? I thought she went to live with her daughter.
It didn’t work out.
Why? She was so excited since her kids never had time to visit her here.
She discovered something that broke her heart worse than being an afterthought.
What?
Being an obligation.
Cathy is a temporarily out of work bookkeeper, taking a little time off to play in the fields of words and exercise the other half of her brain.
She’s high maintenance; I thrive anywhere. She’s so rooted; I can go with the wind. She’s so thorny; I open up to people so much faster.
Yet they take her for perfume, and take me out with their weed killer. Hmph.
At least they eat my greens. Take that, Rose.
Jason has seen both of these flowers in his mother’s garden. Through some cursory research, he learned that rose leaves can be used for tea. Dandelions (derived from the French “dent de lion”) are healthy and versatile, and they also have medicinal properties. Maybe someday people can overlook the fact that they are “nutrient hogs” and utilize them to their fullest extent.