Category Archive: Short Stories

Sunday Photo Fiction: This Bud is for . . .?

He bought the bud for her, but he gave it to me. She didn’t deserve it. She was out right obnoxious. Certainly no lady. She cheated on him then bragged about it to… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Fence

They looked away as they passed the rusty fence. They wished not to look upon the destitute. Out of sight. Out of existence. Those who came to taunt those down and out were… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: The Blob

It sat on his mantle until the day Granddad died then it disappeared. “Priceless.” Was Granddad’s exact price. We thought it had been stolen. We called the police. They came, they searched, found… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: Greener Grass

I was bored. Bored, bored, mine numbingly, bored out of my mind. He promised adventure, back roads to small, quaint towns, interstates to large, exotic cities. I believed and I left with him.… Continue reading

Mondays Finish the Story: Mates

Mondays Finish the Story is a weekly photo prompt, writing challenge where the first line is included, which is in italic. *** Mates “I see absolutely everything. I know absolutely everything.” “You are… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: Pigeons

“I was a fool.” “You fell in love with him?” “No, but he was charming, I believed he was innocent. Got him off, didn’t I?” “Then what?” “He came by to give me… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: the Moth

After years of practice, Tony and Eddy McCarty easily caught the little alien spy. The green moth immediately morphed into her true self. She didn’t look happy. “She’s pretty,” the younger brother, Eddy… Continue reading

Mondays Finish the Story: Aliens

Mondays Finish the Story posts a weekly photo prompt to inspire a flash fiction story. The first line of the story, which is in italic, is provided. “Where did they go?” “They went in… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: The Party

It was Nellie and Henry’s forty-fifth wedding anniversary. They’d planned the perfect celebration. They rented the ship for the evening. Invited family and friends. Four children, six grandchildren and one great-grandchild on the… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Sniff

“What are these?” Bobby asked. “A collection of bottles,” his aunt said. “What’s in them?” he asked. “Nothing you would be interested in,” she said. But when his aunt wasn’t looking, Bobby opened… Continue reading

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