Category Archive: Short Stories

Sunday Photo Prompt: Irrefutable

Professor Von Bullercoi Huffendrum and his assistant Emmitt were the first to explore a newly discovered cave. But to their surprise, they were not the first. They found and a well-warn, man-made ladder… Continue reading

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #86

“Stand here.” “Why? All I see are trees.” “The sun has to be just in the exact place and at the exact time. This it only happens once a year.” “What are you… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: So . . .?

Don’t mean to be rude. This week’s photo prompt didn’t inspire me. Rochelle’s frog from late week did. I couldn’t get it out of my head so here it is. She offered to… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: The Lamp

One day there was a lamp at the far side of our back yard, at the end of the path, under the bushes. “It’s for the fairies,” Grandmamma said. “There are no such… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: What’s That?

“Wow. Cool rocks. They’re too big for a river to have worn them down. Did you find them in the ocean?” Seamus asked. “Not ocean. Not rocks. Eggs,” Krunkie said. “Eggs? But they’re… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: First day

She bought the car. He bought the camper. No one thought to see if they were compatible. And so started the first day of their honeymoon. * * * Every Sunday, Sunday Photo… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: You Said

Thursday afternoon: What? You said I could pick any day. I didn’t think you’d pick this weekend. Any day. Okay, but a balloon? You said I could pick the venue. I though the… Continue reading

Crimson’s Creative Challenge: Under the Bridge

I built my solo canoe. First day out with my new canoe, was on January 1, on the Mississippi River. I forget the year. The river was frozen except for a mile and… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: The Secret

For a thousand years, she slept to keep a secret that she believed would have devastated the heavenlies and the land below.  She woke to find a war in the heavenlies and distribution… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: The House

Lesley stood, contemplated the new house. “How many stories do your walls know? “Was there a happy family of five living there until an axe murder arrive late one stormy night? “How about… Continue reading