It wasn’t really a bad thing. Well, okay. So maybe it was.
No one got hurt, though. Alright, so maybe a couple.
I’m sure it was nothing that was my fault. I followed the internet instructions to a tee.
The still was most likely defective.
It was a small explosion.
Gordon Lysen resides in Manitoba, Canada and spends his time between the city of Winnipeg and his true home at Sugar Point on Lake Manitoba. Retired from police work after some 27 years, Gordon co-authored the novel “A Deadly Blend of Souls” with his wife, Lisa. Writing and painting are Gordon’s relaxation methods when retirement becomes too stressful.
“My brother bought this chainsaw on one of those internet auction sites. He said he got a great deal, lots cheaper that the home improvement stores. He always wanted to own one but wouldn’t pay retail.”
“Too bad instructions weren’t included,” said the coroner as he zipped the body bag.
Michael J. Moran is a retired university professor living in Alabama. Having left behind the writing of scientific articles and text books, he now writes short stories and flash fiction reflecting the people and culture of the anthracite coal region of Northeastern Pennsylvania where he was raised.
“What happened to you, Hank? You’re soaking wet.”
“I got caught in a flash flood.”
“In the middle of a dry spell on a sunny day?”
“Yep. I was in Wilson’s furniture store when a cowboy came in shopping for a waterbed. He plum forgot to take off his spurs.”
John H. Dromey has had short fiction published in Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, Betty Fedora, Stupefying Stories Showcase, and elsewhere.
I took the chopped vegetables from the cutting board. Heating olive oil, I fried them with a pinch of salt and oregano, then added just the right amount of peri-peri sauce.
At dinner, hubby commented, “Amazing meat dish.”
I got rather puzzled.
Suddenly kiddo exclaimed, “Mommy’s missing left hand fingers!”
Paramita Ghosh is an ordinary lady who loves to read and collect knowledge in her spare time. She also loves sketching and painting.
Walt was afraid of heights.
Velma climbed onto the roof to adjust the antenna during the football game.
Walt heard a small bird flutter against the window. He turned up the volume.
Outside, the ladder lay on the ground. Velma clung to the ledge, her shoe rapping against the glass.
Jyll Thomas has been published on PasteMagazine.com, Bibliographile.com, Intown Atlanta, and Atlanta Magazine. She regularly submits stories to the-five-hundred.com, a monthly 500 word story writing challenge. This is her first time submitting to 50 Word Stories.
The phone rang after he arrived home.
“This is Winchester Hospital. Is this Michael Faulkner?”
“It is.” He wiped the blood from the Mercedes’ right fender.
“I’m afraid your daughter was involved in a hit-and-run accident on Salem Street.”
Michael didn’t reply, instead staring at the blood-stained rag he held.
S.D. Curran wrote this story.
“What’s your favourite book?” the librarian asked, as they walked through the aisles of novels.
“Gatsby,” she mumbled. “I love the way they talk.”
Suddenly, she crashed into someone.
“Sorry.” She looked up to the handsome man. “That was an accident.”
“It takes two to make an accident,” he smiled.
Beth Robertson is a 19-year-old writer based in Glasgow who carries around a little notebook and pen at all times.
Editor: The final line is a quote from The Great Gatbsy, the novel the first character mentioned, for those of you who might miss the reference!
Martin had worked hard during the night. He had to deliver his work before 9:00.
It was 7:00, and his cartoon was finished.
He decided to have a coffee before submitting to the paper.
Suddenly, a black cat crossed beside him;
coffee spilled over his work;
the sky turned black.
Miguel Fernández is a cartoonist from Guadalajara, Spain.
The car hit hard enough from behind to push them forward twenty feet. The force of the air bag knocked him senseless.
He shook cobwebs loose as a rumbling sound persisted in one ear. A sidewise glance and the train’s horn sounded.
He had been sitting at the crossing gate.
Jim Purdy is a retired engineering manager who lives in Oregon and spends his day with his faithful dog who never gives him disparagement. She wags her tail as he reads her whatever he has just written.
The faint steady hum of the jet engines soothed me as I looked out the window. But then, complete silence.
I thought we were landing, until I heard the pilot on the radio saying, “All engines are out, repeat, all engines are out!”
We lost altitude, then all went black.
Zion Patterson is a sixth grade boy who likes video games and is amazing.