Stories 62, 63, and 64...

Story 62: The wheelchair was forgotten. Elise danced.

Story 63: It was Sunday. Kelly wore the red dress for the first time since their relationship had ended.

Story 64: One discussion became a world war.

Bonus Christmas trilogy! Story 65:

1. The elf stopped believing in Santa.
2. Santa saved the elf's dwindling life.
3. Elf made a toy. Santa's real!

Stories 59, 60, and 61--Merry Christmas!

Story 59: Nothing washed ashore but her portrait.

Story 60: She told him; he wouldn't listen.

Story 61: A diamond ring was in the fire-pit.

Stories 57 and 58:

Story 57: The martian smirked wickedly. The humans didn't know it, but this fifty-third year of world peace would be the last.

Story 58: Lost: Rag doll. Pink silk dress.

Stories 54, 55, and 56:

Story 54: So we had to move again.

Story 55: He shouldn't have bought that television.

Story 56:
The paintbrush was magic. The boy gasped as everything he had painted came suddenly to life. He must tell someone about this. He ran to his brothers, who were harvesting wheat nearby. But no—they would take advantage of his new talent if they knew. He would keep this a secret.

Stories 53 and 54:

Story 53:
It was yesterday all over again--creepy time machine fiasco and everything.

Story 54:
"Oh, Daddy, is this a submarine?" asked the wide-eyed little girl as she looked out of the porthole.
"It is now."

Stories 50, 51, and 52: Halfway there!!

Story 50:
They left. I heard. We surrendered.

Story 51:
"That 'old man' is your son."

Story 52:
15,000 sardines. One can. World record.

Stories 47, 48, 49:

(For last week...)

Story 47:
He found it after it exploded.

Story 48:
The world will end in one sec

Story 49 (Sign on a door):
Back later. Saw mushroom cloud in distance.

Stories 44, 45, and 46

Story 44:
Death not intended. Funeral not attended.

Story 45:
They flew; they fought; they fell.

Story 46:
Snowed in. Warm fire. Cozy evenings.

Stories 41, 42, and 43:

Story 41 (Bunny Monster):
"Funny, I've never heard a lop-eared rabbit growl like that."
"That isn't a lop-eared rabbit."

Story 42:
Thief stole bank. Location now unknown.

Story 43:
Night out. No money. Best date ever!

Stories 40 and 41

Story 40:
The popcorn was missing. Nobody had taken it.

Story 41:
The scientist cackled. Global dominion!

Stories 38 and 39:

Sorry for not writing last week! Here are the stories:

Story 38:
Riiiiiinnnnnng. "Hello?... The milkman? With Lady Abbott? Oh, that is a problem... In love? Who'd have thought.... When will they be back?... Hmm. Well, I'll keep an eye out for them.... Sorry, I have to go; the milkman's here. Bye!"

Story 39:
Everyone had succumbed. Carrie was alone.

Stories 35, 36, and 37:

Story 35:
"It works!"
"What works? And who are you, young man?"
"I'm you from the past. And the future. It's complicated..." He excitedly pressed a button, and they disappeared.

Story 36:
Too many mermaids, not enough water.

Story 37:
The phone rang. They'd found her.

Stories 32, 33, and 34

Story 32 (Lazerus):

Then he died. Again.

Story 33:

First he walked out of her life... then he left her studio.

Story 34:

One tear. One final kiss. "Farewell."

Stories 30 and 31 (Because I didn't write last week :( )

Story 30:
"Welcome to 16th street," said the old man.
"Thanks. My wife and I thought it would make a good first home."
"Yes. It'll also make a good LAST home..."

Story 31:
His guardian angel watched, terrified, as he did it.

Stories 27, 28, and 29

Story 27:
Five passports. Seven names. No identity.

Story 28 (King David's Dilemma):
"Kill that man!" the king commanded.
"But Sire... 'that man' is you."

Story 29 (Titanic):
They kissed; then let go of the rail. Icy water greeted them. Neither saw morning.

Stories 24, 25, and 26

Story 24:
Pearls of Great Price--sale today

Story 25:
"O'Connor?"
"No... I'm his evil clone."

Story 26:
The spy cut the wire. ZAP!

Stories 21 and 22

Story 21:
Bill sighed. It was all over.

Story 22:
"I'm running away."
"You're leaving your family?"
"No--they're coming with me. It's the neighbors we can't stand."

Stories 19, 20, and 21

Story 19:
"What ARE they?"
"The question is, what are WE?"

Story 20:
Only about a week or so had passed before Dale made the horrible discovery: every day was Tuesday in Plainview, New Vermont. And he could never escape it.

Story 21:
He told her to wear green shoes to the hoedown. She did.

Stories 17 and 18

Story 17:
The ship came. Then it left.

Story 18 (The Veteran's Confession):
I started the war. I won't say which side I was on--Union, Confederate; it doesn't matter. I was in love at the time, with someone, and had gotten no sleep the night before. Maybe that was why I pulled the trigger and fired that first shot. Or maybe I was just plain terrified.

Stories 15 and 16

Story 15:
"Shall we?"
"...OK."
Then they bit into the chocolate cake together.

Story 16:
He stared at himself in horror. He had just become the Fifth Wheel.

Stories 13 and 14

Story 13:
"It's a bird!"
"It's a plane!"
Splat.
"Poor bird!"

Story 14:
They were alone together, accidentally stranded on a tropical desert island. They had brought nothing with them, and there was no chance of their being rescued or discovered any time soon. They loved it.

Stories 10, 11, and 12

Story 1:
Moonlight. Violins. A question. Answer: Yes!

Story 2:
"... I'm sorry."
There was no reply.

Story 3:
Dan didn't. Rick did. Poor Rick.

Stories 7, 8, and 9

Story 7:
Goal: finding a four-leaf clover. Long afternoons. Succeeded.

Story 8:
The cat refused to be baptized.

Story 9:
He inhaled. Ireland. Home sweet home, at last. No more obnoxious Brits.

Stories 5 and 6.

Story 5:
He was alone. Except for it.

Story 6:
He stared over the cliff. One jump would end everything--the heartache, the loneliness, the pain. It could be over in a moment.

He turned and left. The cliff could wait. Now he had to return to life.

Stories #3 and 4.

Story #3:

She had discovered her passion: chocolate.

Story#4:

"Are you here for a job interview?" asked the secretary.

The young man nodded.

"Well, don't be too hopeful. He says he has someone in mind."

Presently, the door opened, and the young man entered the office. "Hello, Dad. I hear you have a job for me..."

Hello! (First 2 stories)

Hello, I am the Girl in Blue. Each week, I shall share a story (or two, or three) that I've written that is anywhere from four to fifty words in length, until I have a collection of 101 ridiculously short stories.... Here goes!

Story 1:

Their eyes met. She smiled, shyly, and he smiled back. His breath caught in his throat before he uttered the condemning words: "I love you, Sabrina."

"Sabrina's my sister," she replied. "But that doesn't matter. I love you, too."

Story 2:

An isolated grave: Jessica. Brett remembered.