Categotry Archives: Fiction
Slice of Life
he takes a slice; a child on the swings waving hands and feet a crazy man in court wraps himself in stars and stripes a squirrel falling, falling, falling with the leaves. he sits in the park with pen and paper scribbling down all that he sees. in a moment-phrase-word his slices and his reality trade places 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 294 : You Have Enough Time For Breakfast
“Sit down. You aren’t going anywhere until you eat.” “But Moooom. I have school.” Lisa stared at the plate full of waffles that hit the table where she usually sat and frowned. “Luscious, right?” Tracy grinned at her across the table, already eating.
What He Doesn’t Know Won’t Hurt Me
The knight had a plan. He’d seen other knights attacking the dragon. Their armor did no good, their valor wasted. Not him. Leaving the clanking iron behind, he crept up with not but a sword. Once he’d reached the head he raised the sword high. The dragon opened an eye. “Goody. Lunch.” 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, a host with […]
Suzie’s House 293 : A Pair of Amateur Cinematographers
“Step back again. I can’t get you in focus.” Lisa waved at Ben while keeping the video camera clued to her face. Ben did it, and didn’t even grumble, though he couldn’t figure out why she couldn’t make the camera focus on him no matter where he stood. So he hunched over against the cold and let himself look … what was that word she used? Desolate. That was it.
Pink Cadillac
White knuckles straining on the steering wheel, she sits next to her five page suicide note, shaking because she did not save her marriage or her job or find herself or her future she did not make it to the crossing in time and her five pages float out the window with the passing of the train. 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 292 : So You Want to Write a Book
“What do you want to write about?” I brought a plate of cookies to the living room along with a cup of hot cocoa and a cup of milk. “I don’t know.” Ben took the cocoa from me as I set the plate down. I had a bad moment as the other cup tried to slide off my finger, but managed to escape spill free. “It’s going to be kind of hard to write a book if you don’t know […]
The Great Escape
Trapped in a cage from the moment he popped out of the oven, GB Mann planned his escape. First he’d break the glass, then climb down a straw and once he hit the counter…. But before he could act, someone came along and offered a hand. Too bad it lead to a hand-to-mouth existence. 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, a […]
Suzie’s House 291 : A Writer’s Competitive Spirit.
The kitchen table was covered of flour and cookie cutters when Ben came over. I had a dish towel in my hands and flour on my shirt. “Now isn’t really a good time for…” I trailed off, seeing the look on his face.
The Good News
“Call it out to the world,” said the thousand dollar kitty. “’Tis the season. Christmas is here. There will be good food, family, gifts, and joy. We should all celebrate it right. Ho, ho, ho, and all that. Now hand over the kitty treats.” 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, a host with the most.
Suzie’s House 290 : Doing Crunches
When Gene walked into his bedroom, Tracy was already there on his bed. First she lay there on her back with her hands behind her head. Then she sat, then she lay, then she sat. He could guess, but with her, you might as well just ask. “What are you doing?” “I’m doing abnormal exercises.”
Alienation
“I am weird, aren’t I?” The high school girl put her books in her locker while talking to the boy at the locker next to her. “I mean, sometimes I feel like an alien. I really do.” When at last she stopped yammering and left he let his antennae come out so he could beam another SOS to the mother ship. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction […]
Suzie’s House 289 : Bitter Harvest
“I’m telling you, it’s too soon.” Gene glared at Tracy. She pursed her lips and glared right back which just meant they might end up standing around and arguing all night because Tracy could be pretty stubborn sometimes. He glanced around Mrs. H.’s living room at all the other band members, looking for some backup and not getting it.
In Hindsight
She can’t remember the way his laughter sounded. The overwhelming tick of the clock did not wash it out her memory, though she likes to blame the passage of time. When she thinks back to their days of every color of emotion from laughter to tears, the voice she hears loudest was her own. 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, a […]
Suzie’s House 288 : Tracy and Bruce Practice
Reymond Ungar could hear voices coming from the band room. Though the sound was faint, it was persistent, and entirely too familiar. He stifled a groan. Apparently Tracy Martin was at it again.
Thanksgiving
Though she knew she would be eating alone, Theresa cooked the complete meal. The scent of nutmeg and onion filled the kitchen. The smallest turkey in the store, stuffed and skewered came out perfect, but lonely. “Sorry we’re late! Got enough for me?” “Me too!” Friends, neighbors, lonely souls; the house filled. The plates filled. Maybe she should have gotten a bigger bird. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. […]
