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.
In this blog I'll try to post two or three short stories per week that are from 4 to 50 words in length.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
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!
Pearls of Great Price--sale today
Story 25:
"O'Connor?"
"No... I'm his evil clone."
Story 26:
The spy cut the wire. ZAP!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
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."
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."
Friday, August 27, 2010
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.
"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.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
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.
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.
Monday, August 9, 2010
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.
"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.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
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.
"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.
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