Tag Archive: Short Stories

Sunday Photo Fiction: The Future

Don’t. Why? You know why. She’s dangerous. I can make up my own mind. Not if she gets her claws in you. She’ll tell you who, what, were, and when. She’ll plan your… Continue reading

Crimson’s Creative Challenge: Property

Tax assessment office called. Found property in my name. It wasn’t an unusual phone call for my large family. A hundred years or so ago some family member bought property, somewhere along the… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Distraction

They did it for fun, pushed their friend in a wheelchair uphill. It became a distraction to those who gathered to watch. I felt the hand reaching to pickpocket. I grabbed it, twisted,… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: Last Boat and Then Some

Sunday, mid-morning, and a boat filled with happy, but reluctant passengers motored out unto the ocean heading for the mainland. “Last boat to leave,” Sasha said with a tired sign. “End of tourist… Continue reading

Crimson’s Creative Challenge: They’re Just Birds

“Don’t get out?” Gloria said. “Why?” Jake asked. “Old Man Nelson uses big white geese to guard his house instead of dogs.” “What?” “I’m telling you. They’re worse than pit bulls. They grab… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Don’t Seem Right

“Impatiens, that is an airplane.” “Oh, Grandpa.” “My granddad rode a horse across America.” “That would take years.” “Months, not years. He saw the plains, prairies, mountains, and all kinds of wild life.”… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: The Plug of Life

“I am ZXEARTUS. Come to stand at the Plug of Life, annihilate scum called life, and start over.” “NO! I’ve come to stand at the Plug of Life to start over with a… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Old Joe

“Remember old Joe?” “That happy old timer who was always looking for the next big deal? He must have lost thousands.” “Well, he chased after so many of them he finally made it… Continue reading

One Park at a Time: Rice Creek

It was a dreary day for a bike ride. I went anyway. The sun was trying to burn its way through, but the clouds were not letting him. This was the kind of… Continue reading

Guest Blogger: Sona Grover

It is said, show a photograph to a group of people and you’ll get a description from each person that is so different it would seem that they were not looking at the… Continue reading

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