Categotry Archives: Fiction
55 – Tag, You’re Mine
The argument brutal, he thought they were through. She stomped away down the street away, away from him. No counter argument. They were doomed. Until she turned around, stomped right up, getting in his grill, and kissed him for all the world to see. “We’ll talk about it later.” 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. Yep, […]
Suzie’s House 205 : Seek and Ye Shall Find
It wasn’t there. How could it not be there? Ben knew good and well that he left his flash drive – the secret one he bought with his own money without telling anyone about – should be wedged between the back leg of his desk and the wall. So where was it?
55 – Go To Bed
No, you can’t eat, you’ve already brushed your teeth. Fine, then, have a glass of water. Quit playing in the sink. You were supposed to be in bed hours ago. No, you can’t leave the light on. All right, I’ll leave the hall light on, for now. Will you quit pounding on that pillow? Go to sleep, Dad. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted […]
Suzie’s House 204: A Day in the Life of a Boarding House Owner
Suzie shoved the business end of her canister vacuum under Gene’s bed, and bumped something. Bending over, she flipped back the covers to see an amplifier. An amp? When did he get that? From where? She certainly hadn’t bought him one. Getting down on her knees, she looked a bit further to see if he’d somehow come by an electric guitar to go with the amp, but besides a mountain of wadded school assignments mixed with old wrappers and miscellaneous […]
Suzie’s House 203 : And I’m Sticking To It
Ben emptied his pockets onto his desk as soon as he walked into his room. He’d let a permission slip go through the laundry a couple of days ago, and Mom was still taking about it. Better to not have anything in his pockets too long, just in case.
55 – Butterfly
Her gossamer wings of taffeta and skirts of layered tulle, each step on the floorboards behind the curtain a quiet din in her ears, the butterfly takes her place prepared for her entrance. “Hick! Oh no! I have the hick-ups” “Don’t worry. It’s better that way. They make your wings flutter.” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Click on the badge to go to the hub.
160 – The Diet
“I’ve got the perfect diet for you. You’ll love it.” “No I won’t. I hate all diets. You lose the weight then as soon as you stop dieting it all comes right back.” “Not this one. It’s called The Chocolate Diet.” Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
Suzie’s House 202: That’s My Story
She said to keep a journal. Mrs. Audrey, that was. She said it would help him clear out stuff and keep words flowing and a bunch of other things. Ben liked it better than all the reading she had him doing, which wasn’t all that bad either, so maybe he should give it a try.
55 – A Modicum of Dignity
Again, not enough to pay for everything. Standing in front of the automated check-out and trying to choose – meat or cheese this week? Pitiful shopping cart not even half full, hardly enough to keep them alive, but still too much. At least only a machine stood as witness as she left the hamburger behind. 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, […]
160 – At the End of the World
Love. Love counts. When the dust settles and God demands the accounting only love will have meaning. Only love will make us worthy of the heaven it creates. This is an extension of this week’s Fiction Friday 55. Monkey Man hosts the 160 Character Challenge. See what you can write in 160 characters or less, spaces included.
Suzie’s House 201: The Best Medicine
Mrs. H. did that thing grown ups do where they kind of groan and cover their faces with their hands because they are so annoyed. Gene wasn’t sure if she was more annoyed with him or with Tracy. Thing was, he couldn’t see why she was annoyed in the first place. “Fine. If you want me to talk to someone so bad, I’ll talk to Tracy.” “That isn’t what I meant, and you know it.”
55 – The Wasted Life
Totally random and probably inappropriate picture: When the end comes, what will count? Imagine a meteor striking Earth, sending death to all and sundry watching it hit, knowing we are all even now. Then will it matter who has the nicer house? Will it matter whose child has gone astray? What will we say at the pearly gates to justify the air we breathed, the life we ate the time we spent living? When it’s time to cash in our […]
Suzie’s House 200 : Who to Talk to
“But you wouldn’t do that, would you, Gene?” Tracy looked like she might cry. “You wouldn’t. You just… wouldn’t.” “No. I wouldn’t,” Gene said, answering Tracy’s question without actually meeting her eyes. While everyone else at the table relaxed, and Tracy laughed in relief, Suzie continued to watch Gene. “Then what did you mean, Gene?”
55 – The Parasite
We watch her waddle into her house. She has grown so large she only fits in pajamas. She carries her meals into the bedroom, watching TV there and waiting for the welfare check. A job? Why bother? It isn’t like she’d ever done anything with her life, now or before. 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 199: That’s How Women Are
Suzie added the last layer of cheese, then put the lasagna in the oven. Just in time. The boys should be home any minute. Since it was their first day at school, she wanted to make something special. Vin had volunteered to grill some stakes, and Miranda had offered to make spaghetti, but Suzie had specially arranged the schedule so her day to cook landed now.
