Stories 109 and 110:

Story 109:


Bang! No one would ever know.

Story 110:

"Eternal youth?"
He paused. "Thanks anyway."

Stories 107 and 108:

Story 107 (Kathy):

Sweet, innocent blue eyes. Incredibly guilty.

Story 108:

Panting, the boy turned to his companion, a small magpie. "It looks like it's just us now, Brave-heart," he muttered.

Short Stories 105-106

Story 105:

He was a Martian--a little green man--abandoned on this on this obscure planet called "Earth." His friends and family had all left him. He was alone. He wept.

Story 106:

Balalaikas make me think of my grandfather (he used to play one). When I hear them I blink, clench my fists. Try not to remember. I can't help it.

More Short Stories!

Hello again, everyone! Because of this blog's growing popularity, and because I really love writing these stories, I've decided to resume it with 2-3 more short stories every week! I'm glad I've gotten such a positive reaction to these, so let's get going!

Here are a couple short stories to kick us off:

103:

Lights, camera, action. She pretended to love it when the paparazzi were around, but every night she cried herself to sleep. Just because of one choice she had made all those years ago: fame over true love.

104:

Joseph was reliving the last day of his life. There was nothing he could have done that would have made it any longer.