Stepping off the train, Lee looked for his friends and family. He could see many mouths moving, but heard no words. Must be the adrenaline of being home, he thought.
He’d traveled by train before, but this journey had been different. He’d been uncomfortable the entire time.
His underpants had bunched.
Jamie Taylor (sometimes called GaProgMan for reasons that have been lost to the vastness of space, time, and everything in between) is a computer programmer with a penchant for things techy and Japanese (which is handy, because he can speak Japanese). Er, that is, things that are techy and things that are Japanese. He is also a programmer and bass guitar player. Check out his website and blog.
Bottles, half-alive mounds of clothing, sauce-stained plates, and dead cigarettes groan in a growing sea of torment. His children scream eerily, tearing round. Insane frenzy.
(Neighbors whisper. Shiftless.)
Blue eyes vacant, he sits in the wreckage, thinking of how she looked like a blooming tea rose before the casket shut.
Constance is addicted to writing, getting her inspiration from abandoned houses, panthers, and peanut butter.
You tell me that I’ve changed,
My priorities rearranged.
Did you ever really know me
It’s been a long time
Since you swept me off my feet.
But I won’t admit defeat.
I have faith enough for both of us.
That’s the one thing that’s never changed
J Dianne Waye found a link to Fifty-Word Stories on Kelley Armstrong’s writing forum. She isn’t the first to submit a story because of that link, and hopefully she won’t be the last!