Story 111:
"Hands up," said the new sheriff.
"I'm innocent!" the outlaw protested. "It was my long-lost twin brother, Wes. He returned."
"So he did," said the sheriff. "It's good to see you again, Pete, but I'm afraid you're still under arrest."
Story 112:
We never learned who he was, or who he had been. A spy, or a prince of an unknown country, perhaps? No one could tell. We only knew what he wasn't: a baker.
Note: I'm on Twitter now, so you can follow me to get more short short stories or odd lines/thoughts! Just look for @Specterpoet.
In this blog I'll try to post two or three short stories per week that are from 4 to 50 words in length.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Stories 109 and 110:
Story 109:
Bang! No one would ever know.
Story 110:
"Eternal youth?"
He paused. "Thanks anyway."
Bang! No one would ever know.
Story 110:
"Eternal youth?"
He paused. "Thanks anyway."
Sunday, March 18, 2012
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.
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.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
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.
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.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
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:
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.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
What's next?
Hello, my lovely, imaginary readers! Now that I've reached my goal successfully I can hardly believe it's over, but that means that it's time for a new challenge! Keep your eyes open until June, when I'll (hopefully) start a new blog and release a serial novel! The genre hasn't been decided, but it could be anything.
See you in two and a half months!
The Girl in Blue
See you in two and a half months!
The Girl in Blue
Stories 100 and 101!!!
Story 100:
Rain ruined our vacation, so instead of going out, we stayed in and discovered a door to another universe.
Story 101!:
He didn't REMEMBER the Alamo. He started it.
BONUS, 3-word story:
"I survived Auschwitz."
Rain ruined our vacation, so instead of going out, we stayed in and discovered a door to another universe.
Story 101!:
He didn't REMEMBER the Alamo. He started it.
BONUS, 3-word story:
"I survived Auschwitz."
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