He gave my daddy 20 gold coins.
He had one bag.
We quickly arrived at his room.
He placed his colt on his table. “That’s our secret.”
“May I see?”
I gave him the key.
The next day he was gone without a trace.
Except for the revolver.
Gaghe Macwilliams is a high school student from PEI Canada who decided to try out 50-word stories.
I maintain a special, discreet, bed and breakfast.
You are provided with an elegant room with a fantastic view, and access to my amazing collection of prize dogs and cats.
If you’re a pet lover, while away a pleasant evening with these beautiful animals.
Then in the morning, you’re breakfast.
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When the drunken, raging pirate burst into the peaceful bed-and-breakfast, the patrons fled their meals for safety.
The inkeeper, however, knew that customer service comes first. Even pirates need a place to stay, and money is money.
He managed to say, “Greetings! How may—” before the cutlass took his head.
Brandon King is a volunteer for Leading Edge Magazine, an awesome sci-fi/fantasy publication that will publish and/or edit your short stories, poems, or artwork.
This story is a finalist for the Audience Choice Award and the Grand Prize.
She watched arrogantly as the valet flung the bags into the trunk.
There was a tinkling crunch.
She turned to her husband. “See? They broke. I’m packing next time.”
He feigned sheepishness. Packing sucked, and they’d both hated Aunt Gertha’s gift. As far as he was concerned, this was victory.