i feel better now they give me pills and not hook me to the clicky box.
Im going to a differnt place so i must be getting better.
almost evryone looks happy around me. i will miss them.
even the mean nite nurse sed hes glad im going to hosspess.
Kevin Ivan Smith is helping move a laboratory by day and recovering from it by night.
In November, he bought a new coat. It was Cyber Monday, a great deal.
In May, it was a new pair of swim trunks shipped straight to his house.
The man’s obsession with online shopping was unaffected by the fact the weather rarely changed in the inside of his flat.
Jane Danforth is a high school senior who would rather be writing fiction than college essays.
The story of the week for October 5 to 9 is…
Cold Callers by Carol Browne
Wordplay and murder; what a combo.
Lisa kept sweet Kyle confined to her heart, refusing to allow a breath without her approval.
Kyle believed himself lucky. She was, after all, smart, beautiful, wealthy; so he did “good time.”
The seventh time Lisa bloodied him in a fit of unprovoked rage, Kyle decided his sentence was up.
Hillary Nichols is proving more and more every day that it’s never too late, for anything.
Arrived, fed, grew
Depended
Developed, schooled, achieved
Aspired.
Travelled, explored, adventured
Perspired.
Partied, worked
Laboured
Succeeded.
Desired, succumbed, loved
Partnered, invested
Calculated, maximised
Wished.
Yearned, bore, nurtured
Cherished, compromised
Blossomed
Rewarded.
Enveloped, worried, cared
Comforted, wondered, protected
Imparted
Released.
Maintained, reinvigorated, ordered
Lost, grieved, wept
Honoured.
Slowed, reflected,
Departed,
Content.
Jon works in Local Government in the North of England, with a background in Newspaper Journalism. He is currently experimenting with short written forms.
Yesterday, insurance. Today, religion.
So far this month six unsolicited callers had knocked at her door, eager to sell her something.
Was there no end to this outrage?
She looked at her tiny garden.
If this continued, she was going to have a problem finding somewhere to bury the bodies.
Carol Browne first appeared on the planet in 1954. She regards Crewe, Cheshire, as her home town and graduated from Nottingham University in 1976 with an honours degree in English Language and Literature. Now living in the Cambridgeshire countryside with her cockatiel, Sparky, when she’s not writing fiction, Carol spends her time as a housekeeper, proofreader, and ghost writer in order to pay the bills.
I was kayaking alone when I noticed a random tree in the middle of the lake.
It said, “Hi!”… and I froze. I didn’t talk back; I just started kayaking away as fast as I could.
It said, “Where ya goin’?”
I got back to shore and started regretting kayaking.
Brock wrote this story.
My old business lecturer at Harvard always used to say, “If you can dream it, you can do it.”
Hauntingly ironic really. Last night I dreamed I murdered her.
The body is now in the trunk of my car. I will wait until it’s past midnight, then dispose of it.
Steve Coverdale is an Englishman living in Nova Scotia. He is currently writing his first novel about a football player who lives forever.
Tracy scampered through the puddles, ruining her new Birkenstocks as she ran.
There he was, waiting patiently in the alley, parked at a 30-minute meter.
Teddy hated dealing with wet feet on their trysts. They made such a mess on the counter in the back of his ice cream truck.
Pat Campbell is a retired Professor of Drama. She has been writing short stories for many years and is a published Haiku and Tanka poet. She loves the challenge of writing a complete story in just fifty words.
There was never any need for words. We communicated through riddles, stole knowing glances and smiles at jokes nobody else could catch. Our connection was intimate, assured.
But as I watched her swing from the rope around her neck, I couldn’t work out what she was trying to tell me.
Guy writes to entertain, provoke thought, and silence the voices in his head. This is his fourth fifty word story.