Categotry Archives: Fiction
Suzie’s House 302: Tracy’s Passion Pit Mistake
“Would you cut it out? I don’t want them.” Lisa shoved Tracy’s hand out of her way so she could get into her room. She took out her cell phone, but before she could press the button to make it light up so she could read the time, Tracy got in her face again. “If you had any idea what I went through to get these…”
Suzie’s House 301 : When the Bad Night is Forever
“Bad night?” Trent sat on the edge of Drew’s bed, old bones making the process slow. He must really be feeling his age. The little closet of a room didn’t have a chair. “Yeah.” Drew moved to make room, getting caught in the covers and having to grope for the sheet because he’d disarranged them so badly over night. “Brutal.” “So the stuff the shrink prescribed didn’t do it this time either.” “Yeah.” Giving up on the bedding, Drew dragged […]
Growing Up in Pictures
He opened the envelope carefully, hopefully. A small pile of photos slid out – the kids on a slide, eating ice cream, laughing. They looked good. A little bigger, maybe, than last month when their mother sent the thank you note for the child support check. He pinned them to the wall – a growing collection of time passing. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is […]
Suzie’s House 300 : Promises, Promises
Rey hated to douse on Tracy’s parade, but when he found her hanging by her fingers from a climbing rope in the gym, he felt he better do something about it. Not that he hadn’t found the entire day entertaining, but she looked so pale she might drop at any minute. She’d gone from naughty into dangerous.
Revision Hll
Rough waves of adversity crash into daily routine turning all concepts end over end endlessly when does adversity become the norm over the years all the sharp-eyed eagerness of youth wear to a dull roar endlessly turning, dreams and beliefs to pain and regret while hard memory crashes into waves of revision until everything is worn smooth The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by […]
Suzie’s House 299 : Name Game
“Ponder me this; what’s the best way to make a boy and a girl who are already in love get serious about each other?” Tracy dropped that comment at the lunch table, then looked around to see if anyone noticed. “Ponder me?” Kate gave Tracy a weird look. She heaved a sigh. “Can’t you talk like everyone else?”
My Valentine
“Flowers? Didn’t I tell you I didn’t want any?” Theresa stifled a groan. So embarrassing. Everyone in the office stared and grinned. “B-b-but your friend said I should get them.” Awkward, eager, Will’s eyes begged her to accept. “You just wait. I’ll make you carry flowers around all day tomorrow. Ever hear of an amaryllis?” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, […]
Suzie’s House 298 : Homework
“Cumbersome.” “What? Going to school with me?” Lisa glanced over at Tracy as they walked. They shuffled along wet sidewalks, in no hurry. Most of the snow had melted over the weekend along with all of Lisa’s plans. “Isn’t that a great word? Come Brrrr Some. It makes me think of cucumbers.”
Grass is Greener
“I know why you and your family like to visit me. It’s because my grass is greener.” She grinned at her brother. “Yep. No argument there.” “Wait. You aren’t supposed to agree. I was only kidding. It’s not like my life is so great.” “No, you grass is literally greener. Mine is under three feet of snow.” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by […]
Suzie’s House 297 : Concession Confession
“I had no idea we sounded like that.” Kate didn’t sound like she was pleased. Ben didn’t know Kate all that well. If it weren’t for Gene and Tracy’s band, he wouldn’t even have learned her name. Right now he wished she and all the others in the band would just go away.
What’s Your Favorite Color
“Brown.” “You’re kidding. You like this?” She held up a shirt in flat brown. Ugly as sin. “No. Like this.” I found a heathered sweater, three shades of brown twisted together to make a texture and pattern. Soft, too. And warm, like logs on the fire, hardwood floors, animal pelts, and food. Ancient, earthy, real. “Oh.” She reached for something blue. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction […]
Suzie’s House 296 : Yes, I Do Have a Family
“Drab, Pulsate, and Tendril.” “Shouldn’t you be doing that at home, Ben?” I dumped another pile of dishes into the sudsy side of the sink. “Seriously. What kind of words are these?”
Come See My Etchings
“Lately I’ve been doing a lot of sketches,” she said at the coffee shop. “Want to see?” “Ah… no…” he said. “No really. I want to know your opinion.” She pulled them out, lay them on the table They were straight out of the Psych 101 text book. “So… how long have you been off your lithium,” he joked. “What?! How’d you know?” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. […]
Suzie’s House 295 : Across a Crowded Lunchroom
Emma felt a strange sense of strength and peace. It wasn’t just that she didn’t feel like she had to run to the bathroom. She hadn’t bit her nails all day either. Usually by the end of first period the tips of her fingers hurt from making the nails too shot. Instead, she actually made eye contact with the teacher, and maybe a couple of other people. She felt great.
