“Oh no!” cried Granny Gramgrams as she watched the weather channel. “If it rains on Saturday, it’ll completely spoil the holiday picnic!”
“Don’t worry,” Sonny confidently assured her. “With my gigantic turbo fan, I can blow all the clouds away.”
That weekend, Sonny’s fan pushed Earth into an irregular orbit.
This story was based on a title suggested by Larissa Thiessen.
I get stepped on. Water runs over me. My skin tans in the sun. Snow crunches on me, and the wind rolls me around.
Then one day a bright face comes. He picks me up and takes me home.
Then I’m dropped off again in the desert wastelands I’ve roamed.
Austin Howell is a Junior in high school in the beautiful city of Colorado Springs. When he graduates he plans to become a Youth Pastor and pursue a job in ministry. Writing is one of his favorite things to do!
Austin is part of a creative writing class from Liberty High School in Colorado Springs, Colorado, that wrote fifty-word stories and submitted them as a group.
It is such a simple word, with such a simple meaning.
We use, we abuse, yet we almost never misuse. It sees such pervasive usage, yet it so often goes unnoticed. It is overlooked, under-recognized, completely ignored.
But despite such use, it hasn’t appeared here until now: it is “and”.
Anthony Diaz is part of a creative writing class from Liberty High School in Colorado Springs, Colorado, that wrote fifty-word stories and submitted them as a group.
I remember the soothing sun kissing my exposed skin as the soft tide ran over my toes. The feeling of summer will forever be in my mind, as will the memory of you and your haunting, blue eyes.
Like the season of summer, all good things come to an end.
Rachael Scharp likes to write, especially poetry, and summer is her favorite season.
Rachael is part of a creative writing class from Liberty High School in Colorado Springs, Colorado, that wrote fifty-word stories and submitted them as a group.
She had a burning but unrequited love. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, so she transformed herself into a microorganism and crawled up his intestines.
She discovered some deep fried fig newtons in there, which intensified her affections.
She lived in his heart until he died.
Based on a title suggested by Dan Hingston via Facebook.
“Welcome to Slogan Loco, where we bring taglines to life!
“Last week, we ‘gave you a break, gave you a break; broke you off a piece of that Kit Kat bar’: each contestant fractured two bones in exchange for chocolate!
“This week, what would you do for a Klondike bar!?”
This was story was based on a title suggested by Jordan Sevenhuysen via Facebook.
“Ooh, it says it’s recommended by four-of-five early childhood educators!” said the young mother, hefting a brightly decorated box. “Two for the kids, then?”
“Why?” grunted her husband, eyeing the Squeezy Huggables Parental Affection Replacement Device suspiciously.
“Between this and a nanny, we wouldn’t have to touch them at all!”
The residents of what was colloquially known as the 9th Ave. Bawdy House were sad souls. They had abrasive personalities, they ate their fingernails, and they performed their “Yes, pleases” and “No, thank yous” with their mouths and their hands, but never their eyes.
They were rescued, but never saved.
This story was based on a request for prompts in the form of three adjectives beginning with the letters A, B, and C. The adjectives abrasive, bawdy, and colloquial, were provided by @LorGraham.
All the food was orange: carrot soup, pumpkin pie, and orange juice. I didn’t like any of it, but I ate it because I had been taught that when you are a guest you must show appreciation of whatever you are given.
I’m not going to like life on Mars.
Tanja Cilia lives in Malta, Europe, with her husband and three children. She freelances for print and online media in Maltese and English. You can read her latest blog post for the Times of Malta here.
“It’s barbaric!” she shrilled, her artificially smoothened, partially atrophied face stiff with a show of haughty dismay. “The thought of consuming such a creature!”
The manager watched the woman wobble out on four-inch heels.
“The octopus offended her,” he whispered to the chef. “With her looks, it must’ve seemed cannibalistic.”
This story was based on a request for prompts in the form of three adjectives beginning with the letters A, B, and C. The adjectives atrophied, barbaric, and cannibalistic, were provided by @keab42.