“I wish your father all the best with his new wife and baby,” said Harriet. “He’s a decent man and he deserves happiness.”
And there’s my plug for divorced mother of the year, she thought.
Turning, she pulled a long knife from the wooden block and began to sharpen it.
Susan Wackerbarth teaches creative writing at the University of Hawaii Hilo. At home, she shares space with goats, chickens and the occasional mongoose.
Five men lined up, all with greasy moustaches and wearing dark blue shirts.
I scanned. Not him. No… No…
I turned to the sergeant beside me. “The last two are identical twins. How am I supposed to tell?”
He shrugged… But then I noticed the thin cuts below his nose.
Joey has never participated in a police line-up. Instead, he prefers to line up some potatoes, peel them one by one, cook them, and then eat them. And he also tries to write a little.
Editor: Joey is the winner of the Moustache Memoirs contest and the $15 Amazon gift card! His story also wins this week’s Story of the Week.
Fending off hordes of little goblins was certainly not her preferred way to start the day.
The buggers quickly swarmed, dragging down her sword arm. Hot breath everywhere, gnashing little forks for teeth. The clank of gate levers could only mean reinforcements. Not good! Not good!
“Welcome to Lincolnville Preschool!”
An amateur writer since the 8th grade, Joseph Knoop is currently attending college & maintaining a weekly review blog in the hopes of one day becoming a journalist for the video gaming industry. Find his work at K.O. JOE.
Rammy won the 2011 Valentine’s Day contest with the following entry:
Of course they look alike; they’re sisters.
Coincidentally, I met them on Valentine’s Day and immediately fell in love, and now they live with me.
It was through a want ad: “New in town. Looking for friends, a litter box, and meow mix.”
I named my kittens Always and Forever.
Rammy Meyerowitz is a Puzzle Person and a Cultural Marginal, as well as a jewish atheist and a secular humanist.
“…humans gained ultraviolet vision, but found that its effect when combined with ordinary sight was disorienting. Hence the initiative to recolour our everyday surroundings to a sufficiently distinct hue….”
Dave hurriedly threw the lever, and the Twenty-First Century reasserted itself around him.
“It’s true, Jimmy! The future really is orange!”
This story won the Mere 50 Words contest, with a $50 prize. Congratulations!