Tag Archive: Short Story

Friday Fictioneers: Ghosts

“Don’t go there.” “It’s condemned. You don’t want to fall through the floor and break leg.” “It’s haunted. Ghosts will get you.” Words JD had heard all his life. Now that he was… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Revenge

After six years, he married someone else who he’d known for only a few months. She was younger, heavier, less than average. But she was perfect, or so he said. I ran into… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Tea Party

I remember two kinds of parties. One party everyone is dressed in white and so proper with their teacups and their teacakes, and a violin playing in the background. The other party has… Continue reading

Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge: Ralph & Elmer

Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge is for those photos that don’t really fit into any common category. There are those who don’t look just right and when they meet, they have few of the… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: Best Friends for All Time

“It’s time.” Edward raised his arms as if to embrace the scene before him. It was a moment of great pride. To date no one but he had been able to do what… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: Life’s Perspective

It had been a bad few years. The fairytale marriage was a myth. His perfect boss had retired, only to be replaced with an overbearing, juvenile manager. As he sat at his home… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Past & Present

“When were you here last?” “I came every summer when I was young. Not at all after I was twelve.” “That was when your grandparents died.” “Yes. But what happened to the place?”… Continue reading

Mondays Finish the Story: Dolly

Mondays Finish the Story is a flash fiction challenge where  a new photo it provided each week, and the first sentence of a story. I’m to write a story the the sentence and… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Bill

“Three hundreds dollar bill?” Mom yelled. “What have you been doing? Washing one toe at a time?” “Me? You’re the one who takes long showers,” Dad yelled back. Five-year-old Jeremy heard them fighting… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Tracks

  It is said that some live on the wrong side of the tracks. Some say it’s greener on the other side. I don’t know about either. You see, my father owns the… Continue reading

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