“What a waste of my time,” a disappointed business tycoon said. “That pretender claimed to have the Goose that Laid the Golden Egg, but he showed me a gander.”
“That explains a lot,” his appointment secretary said. “The sample he gave me was 24-karat gold, but it looked like crap.”
John H. Dromey has had short fiction published in Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, Stupefying Stories Showcase, and elsewhere.
With guiltless greed hotter than any Nazi oven, she pillaged the platinum ring Grandma smuggled through Auschwitz. Snatched the bracelet Frank gave me on our silver anniversary, its width thicker than the vein she shot up with its loyal gold. Crushed and sniffed my diamonds’ dust. My daughter. An orphan.
Christine Heuner is a high-school English teacher in New Jersey. She loves her job!
The pirates broke into cheers as the monster finally collapsed.
They had been waiting a long time for this moment. With the leviathan defeated all of its fabled riches would be theirs.
However, with much dismay the pirates realized that the legendary goldfish was not, in fact, made of gold.
Cameron Boyce is a high school student. He enjoys puns and wordplay though he hasn’t written any stories before.
This story is a finalist for the Audience Choice Award and the Grand Prize.
An alchemist discovered the genie’s lamp.
“You have one wish,” she said.
“I wish I could transmute lead to gold.”
She granted it. “I could’ve just made some gold for you,” she said.
“Yeah, but give a man a fish… Plus I have tons of lead to get rid of.”
This is the sixth in a series of stories from King Kool, who has previously contributed multiple other series.
He won the gold medal with his eyes closed.
He’d never been much good at anything in his life, but the first time he found himself sliding down the icy, open-faced track he knew he’d found his place.
Speed. Freedom. Exhilaration. Bliss.
He was the Naked Sledless Luge Olympic Champion.
“Which way is the wind blowing now?” sneered the chimney to the weather vane.
The weather vane just waved left and right a little.
The chimney huffed grumpily. “You cost ten bucks at a hardware store, but you act like you’re made of gold!”
It was the height of vanity.