There was a stranger in my bed last night. He was meek, his hair gray, his eyes dark and protruding. When I first set eyes upon him my heart began to palpitate. A gasp escaped through my lips, breath taken away.
A creature was stirring. He was, indeed, a mouse.
Debbie is an aspiring writer. Her journal is her saviour and she is now feeling compelled to share.
Traps are everywhere. We cannot venture out. We are cornered in this house we called home before the enemy showed its face.
All exits are blocked. Food supplies are dwindling. This is war.
Last night he chased us behind the refrigerator with a broom. Called us vermin.
We are doomed.
Alison Cooper is a UK artist residing in Los Angeles. She loves the challenge of culling words to get to the core, and has had her short stories published in Everyday Fiction and 50-Word Stories.
When she caught us, Louise stared at me with a kitchen knife in her hand.
In an act of defiant retribution, she picked up her phone and pressed play. Celine Dion – My heart will go on. Of all the songs to die to…
She knew how much I hated it.
Stephen sometimes writes poems and strangely murderous flash fictions. Find him at stephenkirkdaniels.com
A couple of football fanatics met in a sports bar.
“What have you been up to lately?”
“I’ve been advising a friend about some possible drawbacks of going for the two-point conversion.”
“Is he a quarterback with an important game coming up?”
“No. She’s a cheerleader thinking about getting implants.”
John H. Dromey has had short fiction published in Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, Betty Fedora, Stupefying Stories Showcase, and elsewhere.
The upkeep was never-ending; it took a week to wash, a week to dry, a week to comb, a week to braid; just so she could dangle it out the window for an afternoon, like a fishing line among the thorns, a temptation to witless boys spying from the brambles.
Over the years Bob Thurber’s work has received a long list of awards and prizes. His most recent book is a collection of brief stories titled “Nothing But Trouble”. Visit BobThurber.net.
“Can’t a girl get a proper cup of tea around here?” asked Katherine.
“Sorry Miss, we only have black coffee.”
“It’s just flavored hot water, no need to act like it’s highfalutin. But I do have very refined tastes when it comes to my beverages.”
“Look, lady, this is jail.”
Carolyn Smuts taught history before fleeing academic life to write. Her work has appeared in SELF, Glamour, Creative Living, Ultimate Motorcycling, and Business Week. Her recent fiction works were published by Akashic Books, Jitter Press, Wordland, and Omnific. She lives in Southern California.
Gadzooks! I feel a sharp twinge in my butt. What did that curly-haired tyke just do to me?
But I forget the pain when I see a vision of gorgeousness approaching. My jaded heart goes pitter-patter.
She’s rubbing her derriere, too, and there’s no mistaking the desire in her eyes.
As a follow-up to her frivolous and fun career in broadcasting, Sally Basmajian is working on a variety of writing projects. She has won a few prizes for short fiction and creative non-fiction, and has recently completed a fantasy novel for young adults.
She gets up and goes to the other bathroom. The one they never use. As she sits there she hears, then smells, then sees this grunge of a man sitting on the tub. Ambien fog at 4 AM? She asks him, “Do you live here?”
“Only at night,” he says.
Deanna wrote this at four in the morning near the end of December.
It was spring when she arrived, a broomstick-riding hag, dark and ugly. Dad claimed she belonged on the pages of Macbeth, stirring a bubbling cauldron!
She set up camp at our front gate and stayed for days on end.
After a week, Dad surrendered, telling Mom, “Let your mother in.”
John Fowler served twenty years in the US Air Force before retiring and starting a second career in the IT field. He is also a Lay Pastor serving a small church near his home in Texas. His hobbies include reading, golfing, and writing.
Single male, 30s, new in town, never married, professional, healthy, looking for love w/ woman.
Male, early 30s, seeking good company or just to show me around town.
Male. Dinner and movie. Any genre.
Male offering meal. Can cook. Not a health freak.
Lift to airport. (For 1 + luggage.)
Joey tries to write a little. For a good time, visit joeytoey.com. Or don’t.