Category Archive: Short Stories

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

Friday Fictioneers: The Young

We were both excited; it was the first time we’d vacationed on a South Pacific island. As soon as we were settled into our hotel room, she ran outside to enjoy the sun.… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Toilet Paper

Ever have a slap-your-forehead-dah moment? I’ve been on the hunt for toilet paper, but was having trouble finding it. Then I remembered my next-door neighbor who lives on the other side of the… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Rainbow

“Where are you going?” “To see the rainbow.” “We’re supposed to stay inside.” “We can go out for essentials. It’s essential for me to see the rainbow.” “Why?” “To remember God’s promise.” “What… Continue reading

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #73

Great-great-grandfather came from Ireland, moved to America, bought several acres of land, and farmed it, all except for a clump of trees. His most treasured possession was a large box, which he placed… Continue reading

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