Tag Archives: blood

Soup at Midnight

Every night, Reginald tossed and turned in his bed, covering his ears with his pillow, but the slurping and sipping and smacking just wouldn’t stop.

He never said anything, though; the rent was too good to risk a conflict.

He eventually began to wonder about all the “Missing Pet” posters.


This story was based on a title suggested by @ugotpauld.

TIM SEVENHUYSEN: Don’t Call Me Savior

Our Hero stood resolute in the middle of the rain-soaked, corpse-littered asphalt.

Zombie earthworms.

They inched closer, exuding sinister inevitability, crushed, broken, bloated, wasting away, and hungry.

Our Hero calmly set a bowl of oatmeal on the ground, flavouring it with his own blood.

That should keep them. For now.


I asked, on Twitter, what I should write a fifty-word story about today. @dotsam wrote, “Saving the universe with a bowl of oatmeal.” @RacoonResidue wrote, “Zombie earth worms.”

I Missed You

With a bang, the door swung abruptly open.

She stood in the open doorway and said, “I’m home.”

He leaned against the wall. “I missed you.”

“I know,” she said. “But I didn’t miss you.”

“I know,” he said, clutching his heart as his handgun fell from his blood-soaked fingers.

Sealing the Cracks

It was raining.

I had spent years dreaming of and working towards that day. My creation was blood, sweat, and tears mingled with iron, wires, hope, and steam.

I had great plans for the technology I had built. I was all set to change the world.

But it was raining.