“A UFO!” screeched Becky Turner. “Outside the chem lab!”
We peered through the dusty glass. The silver dish took up the entire quadrangle, having landed on the basketball team judging from the lanky legs protruding crookedly.
Acne McGee grimaced. “I had money on those guys winning the trophy this year.”
B Lee Draper is a teacher and aspiring author. She dreams of one day owning a chocolate-coated vineyard.
“Steef, plead case,” said the judge.
“Girac keep cave security deposit. Me want it back.”
“Girac, what is defense?”
“You honor, he paint buffalo on walls! Look, I paint them to show court.”
“Judge, want add copyright infringement to suit. Girac unlegally reproduce Steef paintings,” added Steef.
“Verdict for defense.”
Craig has previously been published on fiftywordstories.com and in The Labyrinth.
Groog no longer looked at Nugnug the way he used to. Now he watched Lala, who wore short loincloths.
“Nogh Lala!” Nugnug said, feeling frustrated and neglected. Groog ignored her.
“Groog!” She punched him in the arm, but he didn’t even flinch.
We need to talk, she thought.
Alisia sometimes likes to write things and posts them at eurasianflavour.wordpress.com or on twitter.
The silence enveloped me, allowing me to relax deeply. My breathing slowed and my head cleared.
I contemplated my entire life, my goals, and even my possible future. I sat there for what felt like an entire millennium, in reality twenty-five minutes, and I smiled.
Then I flushed the toilet.
Dennis is a beautiful, inspirational, and sexy young man. He loves to write creative and humorous short stories.
Two boardwalk vendors stand overlooking an astonished throng gathered around the latest oarfish to wash ashore, a fourteen footer.
“What are we going to do?” asks the younger Vince. “This is happening more and more.”
Maki, a veteran in the business, replies, “When life brings you dead fish, make Sushi.”
Anthony Geist was inspired as an undergraduate in the lifelong pursuit of writing by two English professors. Geist’s publications include Slingin’ Slang: The Perusing Parlance Series, Sublimely Flawed: The Art of Being Flagrantly Human, and FROM THE HIP daily: News You Can (T)Rust, under the penname “Tony Baconetti.”
“Growing up I always had a bunk bed,” Frank said aloud. “Come to think of it, we had bunks at summer camp, too. Just the sight of them brings me back to happier times.” A big nostalgic grin bloomed across Fred’s face.
“All right, convicts. Lights out!” shouted the guard.
Craig writes in his free time for free. He’d listen to offers to change this.
After the robbers escaped the bakery, the townspeople found Bugman crouched over a flooding anthill.
“I had to save them,” he explained.
“But I lost ten thousand dollars!” cried the baker.
“Are ten thousand dollars more important than these million lives?”
“Yes!” everyone answered.
That was the day Bugman retired.
Emily Swaim is a freelance writer who, like many freelancers, spends too much time on the internet.
Karen and I walked through the club admiring the performer’s dress.
“I love the design; it compliments her broader frame,” Karen said.
“The sequins are spectacular!” I added.
“We love your dress!” I called towards the catwalk.
The dancer pivoted and my visage changed.
“Jim!” I gasped at my husband.
Miss Pam is a dance teacher, choreographer, and makeup artist. In her free time she enjoys writing, reading, painting, acting, and participating in artistic projects!
Conrad stared at his sullen reflection in the cracked sideview mirror. He didn’t want to picture the front bumper.
The examiner tapped him. “You passed.”
“What? But, the mailbox — and the tree…”
“You’ve taken five tests this year. I’m six years from retirement. I wanna survive ’til then. You passed.”
Anna Zumbro lives in Washington, D.C. Her writing has been published in Thick Jam and Pound of Flash.
She waited. It was all she could do, under the circumstances. She slept and slept, cursing her stupid life and everything that led to this moment.
“An apple a day,” her mother taught. She wished she could roll her eyes.
Instead, she laid waiting for Prince Charming, that tardy boy.
Jarrod Withers graduated a while back with a Masters in English from Eastern Kentucky University. He grew up an only child in rural Kentucky, so his best friend was his imagination. His best friend often got him in trouble.