Write A Really Short Story In 50 Words Or Less

[lavendar1]

Mother always said never to trust a man with just a moustache; still, her heart paPOOMed when she saw him.

Tall, dark, and exquisitely ahhhhh, he raised his hand.

She held THE BOOK.

"Do you swear to tell the truth...?"

Their eyes met.

"I do."

Oh, dear! Mother?

[Theshizznigg]

A Tale of Two Twitties.
A story by Dr. Cenderlar Harmeshing Jones, PHD, Proffessor 'A P.T.E.S.G. Toole, and Dr. Bernado Elehandero Messersmicht.

A foreward by Dr. Jones (not including the story which is fifty words exactly).
When we first started the composition of this story a few months back, I can remember the almost daunting task that lay before us brilliant proffessional, in composing a singular work of art that would capture all the joy and wonderful expression of the human essence. After months of researching through books, papers, etc. We finally compiled enough information to make a story of this measure possible. Why we could have filled the lower part of Oxford alone with the books needed on researching this subject.
It has for the most part been exhausting, but overly rewarding, and it is our firm belief that this will join the ranks of some of the greatest human literature known to man. So without further adieu, please enjoy the fruits of our labour.

Dr. C.D. Jones


Jerod Forham puffed his pipe, sandwiching in the garden, while Abbigail, was watering roses.
"Do you think Westminster shall be over?"
"I dare say, he shan't, I've got an appointment at twelve."
Ever since that day Abbigail has been in St. Betricts mental asylum for dissolutionment. Jerod kept his doctors appointment.

[genghiskhan]

I awoke on the floor of an empty room. It had two doors, with a sign in between.

The sign said, “Enter the left, and love will touch all mankind. Enter the right, and you will die in five minutes.”

I used four of them to write this.

[genghiskhan]

A man took five steps back and scanned for hope. He wanted canonization, and self-actualization, and buried treasure, and forgiveness.

His head dimmed as it swiveled. Something felt sharply like a needle and resounded deep within him. It was all he remembered.

[TBtheG]

The man, sat in front of his computer monitor, the putrid stench of febreeze air freshner clung to the inside of his nostrils. "Hell yeah" he so eloquently soliloquized "I learned how to play the main guitar riff from Aqualung". Now as pleasantly satisfied as the man was, something was unacounted for, "Ahhh yes" thinking to himself once again, "my cigarette".

-Excerpt from My life approximately 15-25 mins ago.

[Jarndyce]

Jim checked the clock. "It's late. I need to sleep."

"I know," Martha pulled the sheets close to her face. "But we have to decide."

Jim sat up, naked, and walked to the bathroom. The hotel room smelled of sex and sweat. "Cremation," he said, and closed the door.

[kathycf]

She padded across the floor to her window and looked out into the darkness. Raindrops slithered across the glass like crystal snakes. She sighed and scrubbed her sleepy face with her hands. Inside her soul it always felt like 3AM; and her heart wept rain.

[Riesa]

Two donkeys: Jane, skinny-bummed and rough coated, defends her bucket of grain with precisely positioned hind-hooves; the other, Honeysuckle, soft as silk, and curvy in all the right spots, dumb as a box of rocks, even smells like clover, now who do you think gets the leftover carrots?

[WaxDoll]

Once upon a time, she was all he needed, all he wanted, all he had. To him, the sun rose with her smile. Times changed, as good things come to ends, but she remembered when she was all he needed, all he wanted, all he had… once upon a time. (50)

Blah... that was hard :D I think it turned out rather cliche... hehe... oh well :p

[WaxDoll]

The icy water ran down her back like a million small daggers striking her skin. She instinctively gasped. A moment later a shriek was heard.

"I told you not to flush!" (31)

[Xamonas Chegwe]

I picked up where I left off; the same, strange chords playing through my head, fingers passing them on to my strings as the rhythm drew me in. The blind, child dancers began whirling again, their eyes pale, empty holes in their jerking heads. In no time, it was morning.

[chmpman]

He was mowing the lawn, diligently preoccupied not with the machine of the mower but with an internal combustion of ideas. The world went black around him and he was left in a state where only the reinforced static of the mower broke the timeless reflection of events presently becoming past.

[amuse]

Shy and unimaginably beautiful, she was finally his wife. Even the sweep of her lashes made him fight for breath like the undertows he'd swum in off of the Mendocino Coast. "Wait love, I'm uncomfortable," she breathed, and drew off a sandal, revealing frayed yellow toes and large bleeding ulcers.

[Xamonas Chegwe]

There is something on the wall; big hand on 1, little hand on 12. One o’clock. Whatever one o’clock is? The men in white are saying things. I know the words but they won’t slot together into meanings for me. Now both hands are on 1. How did that happen?

[rachel]

Noise,fake light.Breathe in,heart pounding- breathe out slowly,now thuding painfully.Hand the teller the money, looking down,never eye contact.
Open the door of my house. Home-safe, home-my friend. I drop the groceries and lay on the sofa, eyes closed, forehead cooling.Peace.

[Theshizznigg]

There was a reason I loved her, needed her with all my hearts desire.
What a splendid bliss would come over me when her dulcet eyes darted my way, and a smile would curve on that timeless face of hers.
Ahh, those tender moments when love grew between us.


"Life is a stage, you have your stars, your leads, your secondaries, and a hell load of extras." - Nonsensical Annotation - #1

Shizz.

[ShoutGrace]

“In my country, I want men not even look at me.
Here is, America. I want : Michael, make rub, like this. Yes?”

“Back rub.”

“Back rub, yes. Here is, I want : for smile me, Michael. Yes?”

“That’s doesn’t sound too bad.”

“Here, my country, there’s difference. Strange is.”

[blondeatheart]

Loved him from afar. Dreamed and wished he'd love too. One night did not awake. Dreaming for ever, with him at last.

[ktd222]

You have to understand that that was the Past. You should have planted Your Whisper in me before I began life. Life? Huh, you should have known that this was going to happen. (Now I have to be judged on someone else's pretensions.)

[blondeatheart]

Clouds far and near, the pink purple haze of the horizon. A castle in the sky, with gold and silver, where we live forever, you and I.

k so my 'stories' r more poem-ish oh well nice stories btw people! 50 words allows for a lot of mystery

[ktd222]

The other day a fellow fell onto my lap. His face blushed a bright apple-yellow, and his knees shivered like the little moments before a pleasure was announced. I didn't know why. Today I fell onto a fellow's lap and the fellow acted the same way.

[ktd222]

I made a deposit on my life. It seems so, that if one wanted to one can buy anything for the right price. I don't really pay attention to what the media says, or what anyone else says from this point on because I know I'm living on credit.

[Shannanigan]

50 words...this is new for me, but fun :)

Decorations torn off the walls and clothes taken out of the drawers, she is reminded of what the room looked like before her inhabitance. She leans over, pulls the last of her bags out the door, and bids farewell to another semester of college. “Adult world, yeah right,” she smirks.

[downing]

The time of twilight was approaching and the sun was going down after the big green mountains, as people always go to rest for an eternity. As the sun rises again changed, we also rise, but in another person...We all die for others to born... The time of twilight...

[blondeatheart]

She watched as he lowered himself to the ground. He started to pick the daisies from the grass, and slowly made long daisy chains, then wound them into beautiful wreaths. She had showed him how to. How she wished she could sit with him again. How she wished she could wear the daisies in her hair again. He could not see her. He could sense her. He did love her still.

[kathycf]

" What the heck" she muttered. "I know I put those scissors on the table." Ahhh, the table...Under the table was a chaos of dust bunnies and dog fur. Evil little pixies live under there, and they are responsible for the scissor theft. She will never know of their presence.

[kathycf]

Cackling with glee, the evil wee folk laugh at the blunderings of "her", their ignorant nemesis. O wielder of brooms, hated and feared. "Now what?" one squeaks to the assembled. "Let's infest her computer, give it worms!" They roll around, kicking their tiny feet in abundant glee.

[Xamonas Chegwe]

Last Wednesday all colour left the world. Everything was monochrome, like an old photograph: sky, trees, shops, people; all grey. And oddly, sounds and smells were richer, as if they had appropriated all the colours for themselves. Once I realised I had become a dog, it all made sense. Woof.

[kathycf]

Short story 50 words and under: (50 ish, it hurts my eyes to count) :goof:

They sit in the car next to each other, mere inches away, but it feels like miles, an eternity. "I can't do this anymore" he says. She hates him for his bluntness. "I'll have the small onion rings" she says to the plastic clownface. " $1.95, Window two," it squawks.

[RobinHood3000]

49 words, actually--well done :thumbs_up.

[kathycf]

49 words, actually--well done :thumbs_up.

;) TY, it is hard to count with bad eyesight.

[amuse]

Cackling with glee, the evil wee folk laugh at the blunderings of "her", their ignorant nemesis. O wielder of brooms, hated and feared. "Now what?" one squeaks to the assembled. "Let's infest her computer, give it worms!" They roll around, kicking their tiny feet in abundant glee.
teehee, made me chuckle.

[rachel]

He held out his sign- a begging sign- full of lovely rich words.They had no effect upon the bustling crowds who scowled down at him and then drew their costly coats tightly against bones and flesh to ward off any poverty that might blow their way. No food today.

[kathycf]

teehee, made me chuckle.

It's true too! ;) Everything that goes wrong or gets lost in my house is all the fault of those nasty little imps. :)

[Xamonas Chegwe]

It's true too! ;) Everything that goes wrong or gets lost in my house is all the fault of those nasty little imps. :)

So why don't you buy a hoover? :D

[kathycf]

When imaginary teen slang runs amuck...so, I'm like, "Cindy said I was fat", and she's all "as if, you liar" and then Rob says "Plum! will you two stfu!" and then we both look at him and we are all like, "Dude, swizzle!".

[Xamonas Chegwe]

It’s a weird thing to find out you’re fictional. To wake one morning and discover that your whole personality is a quilt that some unknown author patched together from snippets of other lives. Trouble is, I don’t know if I wrote him, or she wrote me. I need a drink.

[rachel]

This thread is getting rather confusing. It is as if a group of drunken faeries has spilled all their faerie dust on you all and youve gone loopy. :confused:

[kathycf]

Well, on my part I am just being a little silly. :)

[ktd222]

This thread is getting rather confusing. It is as if a group of drunken faeries has spilled all their faerie dust on you all and youve gone loopy. :confused:

The stories seem fine to me. One can only do so much with 50 words and unlimited topics to write about.

[rachel]

the stories are fab, it's the miscellaneous chat that is wierd. Ooh what a lovely eye up there, I 'll bet the other is just as pretty.
how are you doing these days dear ktd, anything magical happening?

[kathycf]

So why don't you buy a hoover? :D

One day, she bought a Hoover, but she did not realize...it was cursed! All day and all night it ran, chasing her endlessly through the house. "Gosh" she said, "these things suck!" The story ends here, dear friends, hanging on a bad pun.

[rachel]

My daughter wrecked my hoover. I bought a dirt devil. Pure evil from the start. It whined and shrieked like a demon, backing up over my feet and it spit out the dirt.I threw it in the outside bin.It came back, red stuff dripping from the handle.

[kathycf]

Hello up there, Rachel :wave: How are you?


The moon glowed above the trees . I glanced up at it, hurrying through the gloom. I bumped into something solid and two leering faces peered at me. "Hey pretty lady, wanna play?" they mocked. Baring my teeth and claws I leapt forward and said "Be careful what you wish for".

[rachel]

I am fine pretty lady, I hope you are happy and well.

Slowly she turned, knowing he was right behind her.She meant to look just past him but her eyes rebelled, her heart betrayed her and her gaze went straight to his eyes.Four eyes engaged in a duel to the death, only one pair would win.The lights went out.

[Unspar]

When I met Robert Hoover, he'd already lost all his money and his daughter wouldn’t talk to him. I couldn't blame them, the money or the daughter, cuz those two things are supposed to leave. I felt sorry for Bob, though. He was sad, and it’s sorry to be sad.

[kathycf]

I am fine, thank you Rachel.:)

The moon glowed above the trees . I glanced up at it, hurrying through the gloom. I bumped into something solid and two leering faces peered at me. "Hey sexy lady, wanna play?" they mocked. Baring my fangs and claws I leapt forward and said "Be careful what you wish for".

[rachel]

oooh that was great!

The two racoons kept up a running conversation as they walked on hind legs down the boulevard like two aliens with masks.The man sitting on the step drinking his third gin and tonic, listening to Chopan and feeling at peace stared, then sadly poured his drink onto the step.

[Mililalil XXIV]

No facts, thus no connection to any known motive at all! No problem except for the misunderstanding that became one! I have been good about it, faulting not the victims of hasty speculation whose blindness made me a prey. Things have begun to resolve.

[lavendar1]

Story?

From a discarded journal:

If I wrote poetry ---

It wouldn't be pretty. It would be thin-soled shoes crunching across gravel, and eyes looking wide onto gray, and voices whining to crescendo like cicadas...capped by the cry of a single seagull.

But I don't.

[atiguhya padma]

Fingers flashed across a face, blood, weeping. Shouts of betrayal, infidelity. We cowered behind a door presumed closed. Cataclysmic insults, ferocious barrage of voices, air flowered with shades of red. Yearning for escape, not total withdrawal, just freedom to disappear when we desired; evaporate into invisibility stretching away, far away from here.

[RobinHood3000]

WARRIORS: Part 1 of 3

G-Force. A Warrior of Darkness Falls. Manipulator of gravity. Survivor. Drops into a dark alley from 10 stories high. The mugger looks up in shock. Before he can say a word, G-Force focuses and sends him flying back into a brick wall. G-Force. The most ruthless of the three.

[RobinHood3000]

WARRIORS: Part 2 of 3

Raptor. Technological master. The ultimate thief. Shapeshifter, thanks to a horrific accident. Bludgeons one bank robber with the butt of his crossbow, incapacitates another with a bolt. Shifts into Raptor form and eliminates three with a tail-sweep. Shifts back, scares the last one unconscious with a hologram. Raptor--wry, but lethal.

[RobinHood3000]

WARRIORS: Part 3 of 3

Dragon. Kung fu-trained monk. Wields his battle fan expertly, blocking shotgun blasts with ease. His opponent ducks back into his car, drives straight at the Chinaman. Dragon sweeps his foot under the fender, focuses, launches the car high, slice the engine into scrap metal. Dragon. Peaceful, but mighty.

[cuppajoe_9]

The girl was charming and very pretty. Beautiful even.

Two hours ago she was drinking cheap peach wine out of the bottle and suggesting that we shoot fireworks off the roof of my school. Hard to believe her parents are so religious.

So this is Robert’s new girlfriend. The bastard.




Fifty words even.

[kathycf]

I walked though the yard, splashing in all the puddles as endless rain dripped on my head. "Quack, quack" I said to myself. Was that such an odd thing to say? After all, I am a duck. And yes, ducks like rain.

[samercury]

It was just an ordinary day: "I love graveyards, you know"
"Sure... Why?"
"They're so peaceful and warm and safe and quiet and nobody's there to tell you what’s right or wrong"
“My! Look at the time! I really have to leave. Bye”
“Why do they always do that?”

[formality hater]

He was so happy and felt as he was no longer captivated by the vicious life.He tried to feel the pleasnt air and it gave him a jubilant sensation.He was flying and he knew that he could not walk any longer,but he did not care as he was in the skies now-a far better place than the earth.

[rachel]

He clutched the precious hundred dollar bill tightly inside his jeans pocket. At last he had earned enough for his dream comic, first edition.Superhero.
He nearly tripped over the woman and her child sitting on the sidewalk, dull eyes staring.
He fingered the bill, sighed, bent down beside them.

[Xamonas Chegwe]

"You men and your Oedipus complexes!" She huffed. Isn't it about time you looked for a woman that isn't your mother?"

At least I don't have penis envy." He smirked in reply.

She studied him with her coldest eye and spoke calmly, "Well my dear, you ought to have."

[kathycf]

I laid in bed, sick with the flu. Bored, I stared at the flowered wallpaper. Gradually, I started to see figures and faces amongst the petals. I caught a flash out of the corner of my eye, turned and gaped at a tiny hand emerging out of a bouquet.

[rachel]

The cold drips of water , mountain fed, nourished the rich earth below which in turn nurtured one small flower.It was neither big nor beautiful.But the sight of it,white against the black earth made the girl's breath catch in her throat."That is Love" she whispered to herself.

[rachel]

He was black, like paint, she washed out pale, like flour.They stole looks at one another thru shaded eyes.They were torn, remembering what hate they should bear for each other. Then a soft brown came along and held out a hand to each. Such a merry party.

[kathycf]

Trembling I awoke from a nightmare. I moved my hand to wipe away the tears, and brushed against a small, warm, purring presence pressed to my side. Comforted, I fell back to sleep.

[rachel]

oh that made me cry. I have been there and my precious Pretty Boy, a cat we rescued from the man across the street who kicked him always was great comfort to me in those moments. beautiful.

[Mililalil XXIV]

A month of silence with but few faint crackles of a hopeful reverberation, whether of past or of future, or of the darkened present outside of the temporary blindness, was neither condusive to rest nor to work. I worked all the better, wherein I worked at all, but trying harder to rest, I was often more restless. And then came a shattering sound.

[rachel]

great stuff Mil. Your mind reminds me somehow of Merlin.

One order of piping hot fries,carried carefully by little hands.Thanks given, six people sat on the blanket, sharing, laughing, happy.
The rich woman watched them from her high terrace, embarrassed by their lack.She got up and haughtily went inside her mansion. Alone again.

[cuppajoe_9]

You wrote a story about class strugle? I like you.

[water lily]

Silence. Dead silence. In a room of fifty people. The cheering had died down a moment ago—the guests noticing the hollow, deadened look on Jasmine's face. They stared at her, waiting. Richard's exuberant smile was fading.

"No, Richard. I won't marry you," she whispered to him. The entire room heard the barely audible words.

[rachel]

ooh nice lily. gave me shivers.

"Please, don't give me a failing mark, I need to pass. I am the family's only hope"The beautiful girl wept uncontrollably.
"Then co-operate with me"The sleek well dressed man smirked, a carnal smile playing on his soft weak lips.
In a nightmare she stumbled away.

[Theshizznigg]

Absorbed into a dream, an endless world of changes, coincedences, connections, and familiarity. Like an endless waterfall that changes direction, dreams are indeed like flowing water. Hear the rain.

[kathycf]

The Dating Game:

The creature puttered, humming tunelessly. Realizing the time, it reached into the closet and grabbed the outfit labeled "attractive young woman" and zipped it up. Hearing the doorbell, it laughed in a thick, bubbly voice. Opening the door, it greeted it's prey sweetly "Hi, c'mon in and have a drink".

[Karp]

The dragon's breath reeked of rotting flesh, filth, and fire. A lone knight prepared to meet his demise despite the impossibility of victory. No one can escape the inevitable. Anticipation of death is worse than death itself.

[Xamonas Chegwe]

Somewhere between the words he had spoken and the words she had heard, there had been a misunderstanding; this surprised him; but it really shouldn't have done. It's merely the price that we all pay every day of our lives for being human beings and not computers. (Sigh.)

[cuppajoe_9]

Somewhere between the words he had spoken and the words she had heard, there had been a misunderstanding; this surprised him; but it really shouldn't have done. It's merely the price that we all pay every day of our lives for being human beings and not computers. (Sigh.)I love it. Fifty words and two semicolons.

[Karp]

KathyCF - Excellent stories; I really enjoyed the creature/blind date story.

[rachel]

They swarmed him, taunting, shrieking,lust for death in their eyes.He trembled not understanding, just waiting for the bus.Blow after blow they destroyed his body, stopped his mind in a shadowy blood red dance.
"Whose for take out" one asked as they strolled away, hungry,elated.

[kathycf]

KathyCF - Excellent stories; I really enjoyed the creature/blind date story.
Thank you. Can you tell I am a fan of scary movies? ;)

With great stealth and cunning, the girls sneak out of the car and into the night. Creeping onto a nearby lawn, they catch sight of their quarry. Two plastic pink flamingos in all their gaudy glory are quickly snatched up. Laughing, they make their escape.

[Mililalil XXIV]

He sent out letters to all the conspirators, tying up loose ends, and binding sense to the whole network of the obscurity. It seemed each conspirator did not see his naive service to the conspiracy, except where one alone used subterfuge to hold the reins and pull them in hard. Protagonist and antagonist see eye to eye, and neither knows how to procede.

[Xamonas Chegwe]

And finally, tired beyond belief, he collapsed like a punctured tyre into the armchair. "Next time, I am going to train for more than two weeks!" he puffed, but she was already asleep so he crept outside for a crafty cigarette.

[water lily]

ooh nice lily. gave me shivers.thanks rachel, you're a doll! :nod:
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"Como se dice 'Te amo' en Inglès?"
"Se dice 'I love you'," he whispered, stroking her dark wispy hair, the stubble on his chin grazing her cheek.
“I love you,” she tried out the phrase, her accent making the tired words sound new and meaningful.
They made love, she for the first time. Two days later, he flew back to America.

[Charles Darnay]

They all packed into the empty room, emptied so recently, where they used to come, trickling through the door like playful raindrops, to hear them speak; to learn from their wisdom, to laugh at their humour, to benifit from their words so inspirational to many. And now - nothing. The room lies empty and the people silent. Life shall continue as it always does, but the people know that the unsettling silence which now hangs over the room shall not be forgotten all too soon.

[rachel]

beautiful Charles................I feel what you feel..........

It was ten oclock, and ten oclock was the time she always heard from him.That special jingle of the telephone that was only his sound and whenever she lifted the receiver his voice, rich, wise would fill her senses with wonder and joy.
But.....nothing.Darkness, lonliness.Fear.Despair.

[kjt1981]

i tried and i failed. I wont try again.

[Charles Darnay]

i tried and i failed. I wont try again.

When writing, you cannot try and fail, that simply does not exist, the only way to fail is to not try

[RobinHood3000]

I thought that was her story...? :confused:

[Charles Darnay]

I thought that was her story...? :confused:

Hmmmm.... that is a possibility

[rachel]

She handed the cashier the change, her chubby tiny hands trembling with joyous expectation.Her first allowance to spend as she chose.The hot cinnamon bun cast forth its steamy heavenly fragrance toward her appreciative nose"Here"she said to the boy on the sidewalk,this is yours"

[Psycheinaboat]

Rachel, I have enjoyed all of your stories on this thread. You are very good at this! Bravo!

[rachel]

YOUU ARE BACK..................I CANNOT BELIEVE IT. WELCOME YOU ADORABLE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. hope the children are great. Oh I feel like crying just seeing your name. hugs, kisses, millions of them. and thank you.

[smilingtearz]

He was stubborn, "I have to leave... there's no point staying anymore.."

"..but.. Andre.. i've never cheated on you.. .. I can't bear to live without you.. You wouldn't lea..."

He wouldn't listen "Cath... I'm dissapointed".He slammed the door as he left.

Through her tears "I've always loved you...eleven years"

[water lily]

aww rachel youor last story was soo cute and true to life, I work in a place just like that and get these itty bitty kids all the time, all shy who just whisper what they want to me, and and get all excited if they get to hand me the money instead of their parents... lol. And we do serve very good cinnamon buns as well.

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It was witching hour. The sewers exhaled a stream of steam that rose, swirling up to greet the aloof November moon. Desmond walked in the eerie moonlight, trying not to make a sound—trying not to draw the attention of the spirits upon whose world he had unwittingly intruded. But Desmond was breathing too loudly…

[rachel]

ah thank you very much. And I love that'aloof November moon-sigh-how romantic.

This one is just for you PIAB. I will remember you all in my prayers.kiss the babies for me will you, thanks.

She murmurred thanks for the huge diamond ring, then dismissed him from her mind. Life was so boring, exhausting. His eyes wounded- he watched a child smashing a rock with a hammer, she shrieked, delighted,in wonder at the sparkles inside.Purposefully he walked away, hope renewed,eyes healing.

[Virgil]

She amazingly replied, but asked him not to. "Why should she have the last word?" he asked himself. Well, she was the woman and deserved that honor. He decided to have a scotch. No rocks, straight up. It tasted good, but it did not change anything. He fixed himself another.

[sHaRp12]

Very nice virgil. Women always win the war of the words.

He paced anxiously, constantly looking at the clock and then back at his wife who was sweating endlessly, look of pain and fatigue on her face. The words that he'd been wanting to hear the whole night came from the concentrated doctor's mouth "Here he comes!" Oh joy & relief!

[superunknown]

It's 58 words. Sue me.

Do you ever feel like, all this time, you haven't been living, but merely existing? A floating marauder, a lurking, intangible shadow in an opalescent sea of solitude, awkward among schools, pods, gams, and packs. Even Baudelarian "spleen" cannot feasibly express the horrors of being forever alone! I've always disagreed with Sartre: hell is the absence of others.

[poetru_fanatic]

There was a mouse. He became friends with this cat. The cat was a vegetarian. One day the mouse ran into another cat who tried to eat the mouse. But the mouses friend cat saved him and they lived happily ever after.

42 Words! Bonus... I should write childrens novels... (j/k btw)

It was a stupid story but I found it amusing.

--Jenna

[water lily]

Alicia's nose felt a strange tickle. She felt in her bones that some dark presence was near. Suddenly with a spasmodic jerk forward, Alicia sneezed. Strangers gave her cold looks and turned in the other direction to breathe. No one said “Bless You.”
Alicia was never the same again.

[lavendar1]

I'm walking down the lane (amid green, blue, and breezes, birds drifting closer, then away), while what's inside my head masters me.

Where will you go, how will you go, will you go when I'm gone?

The house! I forgot the bills...

You...so tall! so slender!

Me...so tired.

[apple_girl]

Suicide or Bunjee Jumping?

She stepped onto the cliffs edge. Her heart was beating. Was this the right thing to do? It might even be fun. She looked down at the jagged rocks below her. No. She couldn't. But before she could think any more her body seemed to take over. She jumped.

[rachel]

The swirls of steam from her coffee cup were comforting to watch. He did not come. Humiliated, greatful for something to concentrate on to hide her shame.She sighed and drank the black liquid down in seconds then head down got up and left.
He arrived late, breathless,worried.

[Asa Adams]

writing a short story in 50 words or less is a disgrace to the art and is as much to the artist as well.

[RobinHood3000]

Is she serious, or was that her story?

[Riesa]

who knows, Robin. but...anyway...

“Maybe you just like to look like that“,
“So? Maybe I do, I find it amusing.”
“Yes, but haven’t you heard of clothing that is in good repair?”
“What’s your point?”
“Well, wouldn’t it be nice to look like an adult?”
“Who’s looking?”
“Well, I’m not, not anymore, I‘m done.”

[Asa Adams]

he...and maybe it was both. :lol:

[lavendar1]

writing a short story in 50 words or less is a disgrace to the art and is as much to the artist as well.

Aww, c'mon. Think of it as flash fiction -- highly experimental... have some fun with it:

His hair kept falling out. (He felt unmanly.)

Then he read a study linking high testosterone levels to hair loss. (He felt manly.)

He started skipping the gym and instead counting on Pizza Hut for a six-pack. His gut grew, his hair didn't...

The testosterone theory? (He felt -- NOT.)

[rachel]

She missed him so much and took one last walk thru Sherwood forest to remember him.Total silence,not even a bird twitter.Then a swoosh, a flash of green and he stood there. He was NOT a cartoon." You are beautiful M'Lord" she whispered.

[RobinHood3000]

The hero of Sherwood swings through the trees, leaping from branch to branch, the ultimate Ranger. The sight of two beauties waiting for him throws him off balance. A rope arrow saves his body from shattering on the ground, and he strikes a heroic pose.

[rachel]

The two women turn in amaze and happy tears are their welcome.The three come to a clearing and just look at one another, wonder and joy in their astonished eyes.
The impossible has happened and they are together.
The girl closes the comic book sighing at the ending.

[Asa Adams]

Aww, c'mon. Think of it as flash fiction -- highly experimental... have some fun with it:

Oh....I am having fun :goof:

[rachel]

Writing,Tropical Fish, Beer, Chess, Country walks, fresh flowers, philosophy and cafes-these were his meat and potatoes-his oxygen.
"Write about it"they said"in fifty words or less"
"Too silly"he replied, scowling.
Still he caught himself thinking in fifty word bites.He wondered........

hi Asa,
how are you?

[bodica]

Story Mmm what about a short poem of mine>>>>

If I could walk I would walk that mile
If I could talk I would take a while
If I could sing I would sing for you
If I could laugh I would not be blue
If I could right all the wrongs I would
If I only could.

Copyright Bodica July 2001

[rachel]

gorgeous,
I am starting to think you have one beautiful mind

[jahan]

"He tried raping someone and got what he deserved!" she says, dressing the man's head wounds, his eyes staring beyond nothing. Just another chore.
Turning, she knocks the coloring book off the table. Replacing it, careleslly blanketing the child’s card, in multi-colored crayon. “Come home soon Daddy. I miss you.”

-------------------------------
Okay, that was tough. Fifty words go by in a flash! I'm cool, if you don't count hyphened words as two. Thanks for the assignment.

[Asa Adams]

Writing,Tropical Fish, Beer, Chess, Country walks, fresh flowers, philosophy and cafes-these were his meat and potatoes-his oxygen.
"Write about it"they said"in fifty words or less"
"Too silly"he replied, scowling.
Still he caught himself thinking in fifty word bites.He wondered........

hi Asa,
how are you?

I am well...However i scowl at nothing. I have written many poems, and shortstories. I have a published, and another unpublished story. it is not that writing is silly to me. But the way i see this is that flash fiction has no place in lit. Maybe for a game, but to a writer, nothing as beautiful as the sky or the light in june, the cool in november, can ever be written in 50 words or less. perhaps some other people may understand. but for now, please continue on with your fun game. :D No offence intended at all.

[snowangel]

[QUOTE=jahan]"He tried raping someone and got what he deserved!" she says, dressing the man's head wounds, his eyes staring beyond nothing. Just another chore.
Turning, she knocks the coloring book off the table. Replacing it, careleslly blanketing the child’s card, in multi-colored crayon. “Come home soon Daddy. I miss you.”

Loved your story; really fantastic.

[jahan]

Thanks, Snowangel. It was a really tricky assignment. I can barely write a sentence in under 50 words!

[rachel]

The light in June, the cool in November, this and all the ages past, the multi-colored now and the uncertain ages to come-these were all written across the sky as the glorious sunset dripped it's jewel tones across the welcoming earth below.The dark lowered her inky curtain.

[Virgil]

The light in June, the cool in November, this and all the ages past, the multi-colored now and the uncertain ages to come-these were all written across the sky as the glorious sunset dripped it's jewel tones across the welcoming earth below.The dark lowered her inky curtain.
Very nice, Rachel. I'm still waiting to read one of your stories.

[rachel]

I am preparing parts of two, because they are books dear Virg and will send them along. Hugs to papa and mama. A hug for you.

[Asa Adams]

Very nice, Rachel. I'm still waiting to read one of your stories.

agreed, i especially liked the "the light in june, the cool in novemeber." ;)

[Pensive]

She liked him, but he didn't. Fate was cruel to her or probably, it wasn't. He liked another girl, so she left him with his lover and went on her own way, the way where she had people who loved her and she loved them too, the way where there was happiness for her, she sacrificed her love and got love of many. Wasn't it a good deal?

(Aha, a poor story by me)

[imthefoolonthehill]

All dorm rooms are the same. I open my door and see ghosts. Ghosts of her. Ghosts of us. Ghosts of a future we’ll never see. Ghosts of parting.

Who’d have guessed my ghosts sat on each other’s laps and watched pride and prejudice?

This room’s the same. I’m not.

[Asa Adams]

that was interesting... very interesting

[Hyacinth Girl]

"Strawberries," she thought as the red tartness poured over her tongue. "Strawberries are for moonlight nights, for champagne sipped from a single glass. They must be sheathed in chocolate velvet, decadence made manifest."
Looking down into the bowl of scarlet, she shrugged her shoulders, bit again and smiled.

[Charles Darnay]

"Okay," said man 1 to man 2, "I've got it. Here it is: Two dogs, one black, one white, notice a slab of meat on the floor. They both lunge at it and grab either end at the same time."
"What type of meat?"
"Human."
"I don't like it - too cliché."

[imthefoolonthehill]

“It’s easy”, Jeremy said.

“I still don’t see it” answered his brother, squirming with his back to the sand.

“That star makes the tip of her eyebrows” Jeremy insisted, “she’s right there!”

“See her everywhere, don’t you?” asked his brother, flicking sand in his direction.

Jeremy’s eyes answered for him.

[kathycf]

Fireflies glowed in the grass and heat lightning flashed through the night sky. The air was fresh, yet still. Raggedy Ann doll still clutched to her side, the little one gazed out of her window longingly and then turned, sighed and padded back to bed.

[Kelly_Sprout]

Winter came early. Trees limbs snapped under a foot of fresh snow. Birds huddled for warmth. I crumbled breakfast toast onto the snow. A sparrow's body heat melted a shaft among the crumbs. Unable to escape, it froze to death. I mourned and cursed my foolishness.

[lavendar1]

The oscillating fan rushed a bit of cool air her way every now-and-then and back-and-forth memories flashed while she pushed them back to where they belonged - behind the blades, so that each next whoosh cut them up clean and blew them away. How refreshing!

[TEND]

Cut out as much as I could, but couldn't quite make it shorter, and didn't want to spend much time changing around the vocabulary, it's down to 57 words though.

I watched my grandmother die in my mother’s arms. We retreated to the sitting room, after just moments my mother left for the basement. I sat there alone too young to understand, I watched the doorknob from the bedroom, as it slowly turned, I ran screaming to ‘mommy’ and there we hid, until the men came home.

[Charles Darnay]

.deid ehs woh s'taht dna ;on tub ,gnimoc mih ees dluow ehs ,lasraeher erofeb yad yreve sruoh sseltnuoc rof rorrim eht otni gnirats retfa ,kniht d'uoY .reh dniheb morf gnimoc mih ees t'ndid ehs hguone ylddO .saw ehs niav woh ;flesreh erimda ot rorrim eht otni derats ehS

[ShoutGrace]

.deid ehs woh s'taht dna ;on tub ,gnimoc mih ees dluow ehs ,lasraeher erofeb yad yreve sruoh sseltnuoc rof rorrim ot otni gnirats retfa ,kniht d'uoY .reh dniheb morf gnimoc mih ees t'ndid ehs hguone ylddO .saw ehs niav woh ;flesreh erimda ot rorrim eht otni derats ehS


He stared into the screen to understand the words; how stupid he was. Oddly enough he didn't see the plot twist coming up. You would think that after reading forums before bedtime for years and years that he would see it coming, but no - and thats how he came to write out this story.

:D :D

[toni]

That's a funny one, Shouty!! :lol: lol.

okies. Lemme try:

The gruesome family of Mocking Street were left with no place to go.. They haven't payed their rent for 6 whole months and they were getting depressed... As they trodded down the street with thier 3 malnourished children, they thought "what are we to do with our lives?" And quite suddenly, they saw a sack of gold on the side of the street...

Quite silly eh?

[livelaughlove]

Despite the obvious effort, she mouthed it slowly while tears cascaded down her cheeks. A sigh escaped her waxy lips, one which he could not hear. “I…love…you…son,” she articulated, taking her last breath. He smiled.

[x894565256]

I desired one thing, more than I, or you for that matter (being that you do not know what I so wanted) could ever understand. And it never came. So gradually, without any sort of revelation or massive unveiling of truth, I grew a strange sort of apathy.

[Rogers_68]

today i drew my last breath. i held her soft hand, the one i've been holding for 48 years. i love that hand; i love the woman it's connected to. i drew my last breath and i will hold it in until she meets me here.

do hurry, my love.

[brainstrain]

Once upon a time there was a boy. Not just any boy, but a boy who despised cruelty. This boy decided that War wasn't very nice. So he killed every politician in the world, and melted every weapon ever made. And everyone lived happily ever after for all eternity. (50 words exactly! Heh)

The end ^_^

[AnnaJuan]

Once there was a girl who likes sitting before the computer and chatting with people from all over the world. One day, a man with whom she chatted for a long time told her that he loves her. She believed and they solved the distance problem and became happily together.

[lavendar1]

"Mothers who buy gloves for children who don't wear them or lose them would be better off teaching their children to pocket their hands while their moms pocket the money for better things."

"Like what?"

"Like trips to Mars."

"You can't go there!"

"You'll need handy money when you can."

[Adolescent09]

He strolled up the lavender port in a red and white checked suit. In his left hand he held a cloth bag and in his right, an iron mace. Her head was turned in a different direction, towards the streat. Oblivious. She didn't feel his calm breath on her neck.

[Jetxa]

“Kyle, have a seat.”

Kyle stands. He cannot sit. The plan will not work that way. You can’t beat someone to death while sitting. How absurd.

[blp]

I got out of the car and watched it pull away, realising I'd left my phone on the back seat. I waved, but Ted didn't see. A grey hand flopped from the boot, as if to wave back at me.

[Anon]

Years of labour, beginning with her parents’ machinations almost from birth, had led her to this idyllic moment, about to kiss her cousin’s filthy rich friend atop Hungerford Bridge. Any woman would have said he was worth the effort of loving.

The last minute being better than never, she turned away from him. Towards the sunset, the horizon, another dream.

(60 words I fear)

[lavendar1]

(60 words I fear)


“And they are?”
Death. Devastation. Disease.
“They’re all D’s.”
OK. Ants. Bats. Crayfish. Eggs.
“Eggs?”
Just the whites. They’re slimy.
“Oh.”
Fire. Gehenna. Hell.
“Same.”
OK. Harlequin romances. Insects. Judas. Kissing.
“Why?”
Love. Marriage.
“A pattern?
Never. Octopus. Pistols. Quakes…time’s up.
“They’re just words.”

[Dikagami]

Mrs. Whitaker got the shock of her life when she opened the bathroom door and found love bleeding on the floor. Resisting heart attack, she quickly found the phone and phoned the police when someone by the name of revenge crept from behind and pointed a dagger on her neck...

~woo~ 50 words

[Fen]

Everything began with a few words, it was all that was needed. There was a dream shared between us that seemed to last forever - but didn't. For only a few words were needed to end it too.

[ampoule]

She didn't usually read at the bookstore because she was loud about it, like some people who get caught up in watching television. He watched her face twitch and her lips move, the way she fidgeted in her chair and he fell in love.
She stopped, looked up smiling.
"Chai?"

[Granny5]

Maxine was working her cleaning shift at the corporate office building. Little did she know that the elavator was being repaired. Maxine was 39 years old.

[Ahmed_Kaid]

Anyhow, my life completely changed to the best ever, since i signed up here in this forum. However, i expect to be a real native speaker in the short term.

[motherhubbard]

fifty on the dot!


It was a long way down. Cathy could never resist a dare or a thrill. Looking over the edge she teetered to shock her friends. She should have stayed back with the others. Now it is too late. She stopped screaming before she reached the bottom. No one could look.

[Literary_Cat]

I met Hamlet when he tried to sell me a magazine subscription on my doorstep. "Please," he said imploringly, "Rosencrantz and Guilenstern have already sold a hundred fifty copies each, and I'll never get to college if I don't make my quota." I now subscribe to The State of Denmark.

[NickAdams]

There’s mom. I loved her hugs: gently … pain? Encompassing … warm … “cold … it’s so unbelievably cold,” the driver said, as the dashboard pressed against his chest and emptied his lungs.

[dzebra]

She’s gone forever. I don’t know how to cope. She was my treasure. A marauding bunch of men say they know what can ease my troubles. “Love the sea, she’ll always be there,” and ”You need to find a new treasure,” they say. I’ll be a pirate.

[Tabula_Rasa]

IT was being madly chased... by a pack of nobodies.. about a dozen... already lost... The search had began since the day IT had gone missing. Only nobody was too persistant to go on with the search and hunt for IT... The only certainty was that IT was unknown... yet nobody had a clue how IT made the five of them to follow the rest....

[YelloWCarD]

"A Man And His Career"


He looked down at his new shoes,shined for the
first day of his career.His father's words
of hard work rung true.He was determined to be
as professional.He looked through the window
and said the following,"Would like fries with that?"


WRITE YOUR OWN SHORT STORY WITH ONLY 50 WORDS OR LESS..

[Watershed]

Marian gazed at the sky and knew all was lost, the twin men through themselves from their bounds into a rubbly grave. It was all gone, because the firey planes came down and took it away. All was gone, and it would never come back, except in dreams.

[Granny5]

Finally all the study, all the hard work in college was going to pay off. Barbie would be the strong, independent woman she had dreamed of being, free of house rules and parents. Today she had her freedom. The wedding march began.

[ampoule]

Inamorata

"Meet me now," he begged.
"You're crazy! It's midnight!" she answered incredulously, but with enough question in her voice that he pushed her.
"Then why did you answer my email? I know you're interested. Please. Now."
He waited, eyes closed, not breathing.
Then finally, "Okay, I'll be right there."

[PrinceMyshkin]

Below are the fifty words. The story might come later!

The a he she said retorted laughing late venomously catch and tell know me you I late night morning incredulous prompt serendipity calamity love truth perceptive thighs maybe if never after before narrow eyed lucid barometer search 1984 Boston Porsche Boxster possibility exit window Peeping-Tom telepathy trembling hot danger could

[Anza]

One day, a kitten took a walk. The End. (Sorry, I love sarcasm)

[Aston]

Her eyes gleamed in curiousity, wondering what goes where and who does what. She saw boxes on boxes on boxes. Wondering what little stories she could find and how many different lives created in peoples imaginations. Boxes full of books.

Sweet little story ^^

[ampoule]

Jupiter

The director tapped his baton on the edge of his music stand. "The music coming around is taken from a favorite of mine, The Planets, by Gustav Holst."
As the piano began with the introduction we watched him disappear into space as our voices followed him to Jupiter.

[DickZ]

This is simply a response to ampoule's interesting short short story, and does not represent my attempt at writing my own short short story.

The only motivation I have for posting this is that a) ampoule's story concerns a musical director, and b) I recently read a book that included an anecdote about another musical director. Here's the anecdote, and I don't claim authorship in any way:

One of the many incidents described in the book, which covers just the summer months of 1911, involved the British conductor Sir Thomas Beecham. Apparently he was having trouble getting his lead female cellist to produce whatever sound he thought would be appropriate for a particular piece of music.

In front of the entire symphony orchestra, he said in a rage, “Madam, you hold between your legs an instrument that could give great pleasure to thousands, but all you can do is scratch it.”

[LadyW]

One day, a kitten took a walk. The End. (Sorry, I love sarcasm)
:lol: Ha ha ha ha, sorry I found that really funny...

Unrequited Love
We had sat there. We had sat for hours in a curious silence, passing the occasional glance. I could feel his stare upon me; I turned to enquire and his mouth parted.
“I love you.”
Guilt’s load did fall upon my heart like an iron weight.
I turned away.

[ampoule]

This is simply a response to ampoule's interesting short short story, and does not represent my attempt at writing my own short short story.

The only motivation I have for posting this is that a) ampoule's story concerns a musical director, and b) I recently read a book that included an anecdote about another musical director. Here's the anecdote, and I don't claim authorship in any way:

One of the many incidents described in the book, which covers just the summer months of 1911, involved the British conductor Sir Thomas Beecham. Apparently he was having trouble getting his lead female cellist to produce whatever sound he thought would be appropriate for a particular piece of music.

In front of the entire symphony orchestra, he said in a rage, “Madam, you hold between your legs an instrument that could give great pleasure to thousands, but all you can do is scratch it.”

You absolutely tickle me!

[imthefoolonthehill]

Gordon Lish watched me write this story.
All that was left was death and stoic faces.

[toni]

Dark Angel

She kept secrets behind ancient smiles on the cemetery gates. At your husband's wake, she flapped her wings in mourning and shed a black feather on his corpse. She was there when you lost your grandma, and generations before. She was the one who gathered roses at your coffin door.



(excluding the title, that is 50 words :))

[kiz_paws]

The old man caught a fish for a meagre supper. When he arrived home, bent and tired from the day's labours, his angry wife taunted him, and challenged him to throw it back into the lake. So together they went to the lake and he tossed the old woman in.

[tractatus]

Oookey, I have fixed it, said plumber, now you can shower again.
- What about a bath? said widow.

[kiz_paws]

Mike entered the apartment cheerily, and was greeted by a familiar odor.
“What is that tantalizing smell?” he asked, pecking Jayne’s cheek.
“Chicken, your favorite way”, she sweetly replied and left the kitchen for a moment.
Mike saw his aftershave on the cupboard, smelled the chicken and smiled.

[tractatus]

It was the kissing scene of an old romantic movie, husband and wife watching. In an exotic island, under the palms...

Holding his hand, wife was dreaming to be in that place with his husband.
Holding her hand, husband was dreaming to be in that place, with the Actress.

[ampoule]

Say Cheese

She had smiled a lot in her life. I could tell by the lines that looked like parentheses around her fading lips, lips that kissed her mommy, her lover, her baby, various and sundry boo boos, her grandchildren and the photo of her dearly departed.

[Zippy]

“We’ve won the lottery!” said Bob.
He’d gone to check the numbers and now he was back, the ticket in his hand.
Mary began to cry.
“Oh, Bob… I’ve been having an affair. At last we can part. Half the cash is mine!”
Bob swallowed.
“A-April fool,” he said weakly.

[Zippy]

“She said that he said that I said that Jane said that he liked him!”

“And what did you say?”

“I said that was like sooo not what I said,” she said.

[DickZ]

Say Cheese

She had smiled a lot in her life. I could tell by the lines that looked like parentheses around her fading lips, lips that kissed her mommy, her lover, her baby, various and sundry boo boos, her grandchildren and the photo of her dearly departed.
You sure squeezed a lot of meaning into such a few words, ampoule. I'm sure that's the basic object here, but you usually seem to get the most miles per word.

[ampoule]

You sure squeezed a lot of meaning into such a few words, ampoule. I'm sure that's the basic object here, but you usually seem to get the most miles per word.

Thank you Dick. I enjoy the challenge of this.

[_JadeRain_]

There lived a boy with no eyes. Those around him explained the beauty of the world in detail. One day, he asked to borrow his grandfather's eyes. When the old man refused, he tore them out and placed them in his own head. He was met with gore not beauty.

[kiz_paws]

hey -- this thread is a duplicate of one already created...?

[DickZ]

hey -- this thread is a duplicate of one already created...?
No - this one is "Write a Short Story ..." and the other one is "Write a Really Short Story ..."

[wagravity]

i'm going to roll to the store. i want something to drink and some smokes. oh sweet relief of nicotine. ok, i'm going now.

[tractatus]

a simple story with inpiration from kiz_paws and ampoule.

Say Cheese

Mike entered the kitchen, yawning. He was a bit angry of
getting early, because his wife cant work quiet in kitchen.

What we have for breakfast, he said.
toasted sandwich with cheese she said.

Cheese? cheese again.puff. Chee..
- Click ! , sounded a photo camera.

- Finally, she said. First photo of you, while smiling.

[LePhantomeRatta]

She placed a hand on her betrayed husband’s arm.
“We thought you were dead.”
He calmed, digging something from his pocket.
“You thought I was dead, I forgot you existed.” He pulled off his old wedding band, slipping on the new one; he’d received it when struck with amnesia.

[Bluebiird]

Meanwhile, somewhere in north London, two students sit watching TV.
“I’m so bored. Nothing ever happens.”
She smashed a vodka bottle over his head, “was that boring?”
“That hurt.”
“Yes, and now we can have an exciting trip to casualty. Happy now?”
“I hate you.”

:)

[Gibran]

"Anybody dies if his name is on it."

Just then a man of the crowd grabbed his notebook and signed his name.

"Now you remember me!" He stood there, smiling, as if he were a white tulip.

"You're wrong." The crowd said, then left him alone silently.

[Homyrrh]

A deathly silence marked the hilltop gallows.

[blp]

I remember going there. I don’t remember how I got there. I don’t remember remembering the other place. It seems I forgot it as soon as I left. Did I ever remember it? Why does anyone ever remember anything? Why if they are going to, don’t they remember it all?

[blp]

I liked how clean everything seemed. Clean and bright. But then, I didn’t mind eating chewing gum off the street. My Mom kept having to tell me not to.

[Nighteyes5678]

The rat wanted the cheese more than he wanted to breathe. So, when the trap sprung, everyone got their wish.

[LePhantomeRatta]

The grieving grandson somberly opened his inheritance check. On the back there was a treasure map. On the front, two words were scrawled across the otherwise blank check: Ha, Ha.

[_JadeRain_]

A rainbow rat and a checkered cat go sailing on a singing sea. The sun goes down while the moon comes up to guide them on their journey. Miss Cat says no, but Mr. Rat says yes. They never can agree what's best.

[maga366]

He opened the door. The place was silent, but something didn't seem right.
He felt a wierd energy. He called his lovers name. No reply. He stepped forwars and smelt the sickening stench of blood. His lovers mangled body was on the floor in front of him. A scream rose in his throat. It never came out.
He felt the world exploding on his head, and sank into darkness, never to wake again.

is it more than 50 words? not sure.

[mantis2006]

I had a dream that the world blew up, and we became ash that floated on forever with nowhere to land. Through the air we went, everywhere at once omniscient and knowing all things that can be thought. As God once again, as we have been before.


50. exactly.

-d

[Sarasvati21]

It seemed darker in the alley that night. Gazing around, he could have sworn a shadow moved behind him, but it was still as he looked directly at it. Such torment! He felt in his pockets, bringing out her picture. He cursed her for this, but he loved her. Desperately.

[Naya Cos]

When we are married, but not to each other,
We had it all, just like Bogey and Bacall.
Torn between two lovers, feeling like a fool,
She had ring on her finger and time on her hand.

I wouldn't gamble with your love,
One thin dime.
That's why I hang my hat in Tennesee.

[kelby_lake]

Soldier

The soldier looked down the dark tunnel and wondered if there really was a light at the end of it all. He pulled the trigger and fell to the floor as a dead man. The field was engulfed in darkness save for the brilliant light of the flashing siren.

[Seabird111]

"So, what's up?" asked John.
"Not much," said Joe.
"That's boring," muttered John.
John walked away, bored with Joe's response.
"John! I did kill some ants with a magnifying glass! Wanna help?"
They burned ants long into the night.

[ben.!]

Exactly 50 words!!

50 word short story:

“I’ve written a lot better,” Tim said as he took a new sheet. He sat down again, and began to write. “Ahh, this is crap,” he told his wife. “The computer won’t even compute the rubbish.”

“Of course it won’t,” his wife told him, “you haven’t got it turned on.”

[djy78usa]

The cow slowly turned her head to look back at the farmer who was milking her. “Knock, knock,” she said. Startled, Farmer John could only ask, "who's there?" "The Murdering Cow," answered the verbose bovine. "The murdering cow who?" were the last words the farmer ever spoke.

-47 words

[kandaurov]

Nighteyes, I like it!

50 words:
It was Spring. The woman was sitting by the sunlit window, overhearing teenagers teasing each other and laughing. Though she was far from the rear view mirror, she was certain the bus driver himself was smiling. Nothing was ominous of a terrible car crash. And, surely enough, it didn’t happen.

[Scorpio Ascendant]

He sat with guilt and shame covering his face, admitting his betrayal, and begging for forgiveness. She stood up calmly, relived, unhurt and unsurprised. “What goes around comes back around," she thought.

[Seabird111]

The cow slowly turned her head to look back at the farmer who was milking her. “Knock, knock,” she said. Startled, Farmer John could only ask, "who's there?" "The Murdering Cow," answered the verbose bovine. "The murdering cow who?" were the last words the farmer ever spoke.

-47 words

That made me grin.

[kandaurov]

Originally Posted by djy78usa
The cow slowly turned her head to look back at the farmer who was milking her. “Knock, knock,” she said. Startled, Farmer John could only ask, "who's there?" "The Murdering Cow," answered the verbose bovine. "The murdering cow who?" were the last words the farmer ever spoke.

-47 words


That made me grin.

I had overlooked it; great stuff!

[kevinthediltz]

The man walked to the egde, he turned around and looked out over the audiance and said "love is more powerfull than anything. Without love a man is nothing." Then he turned back to the cliff and looked down to the sharp rocks. "Remember this day." And he stepped off.

[branbran]

He never thought he'd ever be in this predicament. His whole life had come down to this moment. His hand shakes as he holds the trigger tightly. "It's not gonna get me this time". The blast of the bug spray was deafening. The Dali Lama had just killed a mosquito. (50)

[lovelord]

At first ,I am a newer .Hello ,everone ,hope you oten send messegeto me . I really want to post my comments ,but I try several times ,no results .I really like stories ,poems and so on .Hope I will be your friend and you can support me more .:nod:

[Page Sniffer]

Food fell from ARK's backpack into the "IN" bin.
"When's the last day rustbucket?"
"TO..DAY," verpped the biblio-bot.
ARK winced as the credit rivet shot through the cartilage of his right ear. He grabbed his bag, and slid with a wide grin into the book basement via the trash chute...

[lucidnightmares]

Falling, faster than the heart can beat, he stares at the clouds above. The roof top shrinks away like so many hopes before. As a crow flies by his mind goes white, realization of everything and nothing. With one last breath he enters heavens gates like so many before.

[Captain_Kuchiki]

That's quite a shocker at the end!

Captain Rend slowed his engine velocity until his modest frigate into the Earth docking bay, high up in orbit.
"That's a fine ship you've got," Admiral johnson told the captain later on. "You're an aspiring space commander. Someday, son, you'll commandeer a fine cruiser and make the Space Navy proud." (50)

[jikan myshkin]

'**** man!' said jim ' i didn't think she had the knife, ugh what a mess, gonna need dry cleaning'

[jikan myshkin]

Train!

[MrVeista]

The young man walks up the stairs with anticipation. His hands are shaking, yet somehow he feels comfort. The smell of hallway brings back childhood memories. He can feel the sweat on his palm as he grips the doorknob. He looks at his arm, the needle wounds have healed. The door opens to an old man with a gentle heart.

[ablueidol]

Do you think, the dress flatters my figure?

Oh sweetheart I love the dress, it narrows the shoulders so well.

What breasts should I wear?

Ooh, well I think we go for soccer ball size; it will take attention off the feet. But, flesh coloured stilettos way too Paris darling.

see http://ramdom-short-stories.blogspot.com/ for more

[Captain Pike]

I think she... no, she wouldn't, she didn't.
I can't believe it -- can't believe she did it.
I saw it coming. There was nothing I could do.
She never loved me.
It was all her fault.

I could have been nicer.
She wanted to talk.
I was a jerk.

[aBIGsheep]

Knock Knock Knock
I heard it coming from my closet door.
I rubbed my eyes and got out from my bed.
Hello it said
Hello I said back
Would you kindly let me in? A voice asked from the other side
I thought he sounded nice
There were no survivors

[Sarasvati21]

"Hello, Bear," I said.

"Hullo," he growled. “Have some honey.”

The sun was setting, edging the forest leaves in a pink glow.

We sat in the woods and supped.

It was beautiful.

Nothing would ever be the same.


~*~



Knock Knock Knock
I heard it coming from my closet door.
I rubbed my eyes and got out from my bed.
Hello it said
Hello I said back
Would you kindly let me in? A voice asked from the other side
I thought he sounded nice
There were no survivors

I like this one. :)

[kelby_lake]

'Are you dying?' she asked him. He didn't reply.

[lavendar1]

She sat looking down the lunch counter thinking how elbows were the awfullest-looking part of the human body when he walked in, sat beside her.

"Nice hairdo," he said, looking her over. His arm brushed hers. "But don't you know--it's impolite to put your elbows on the table."

[aBIGsheep]

'Are you dying?' she asked him. He didn't reply.

ABSOLUTELY GENIUS
Well done, friend, well done.

[kiz_paws]

Instead of following the pack, he blazed new trails. Except if you count where the girl was concerned. Her wish was his command and on it went. Until one day his call was replied to by another male. That was the day that his command found a new dimension ...

[aBIGsheep]

There's a myth that you can see how someone will die by wearing their glasses. Its true! I've worn my mother's and now I can't look at my father the same way.

[storywriter101]

I deleted a story about eating a jelly-covered piece of bread. My fingers rested on my computer keyboard as I tried to think of a good response to a fifty words or less forum. Soon, I came up with this, and counted the words... forty-eight.

[trudzu]

“Saving money is good for your life” said father to his son when they were on a boat. Sunddenly, the captain warned “ A big wave in front of us”. Then immediately the father fallen. His son shouted “1000 dollars for helping”. “Only one” said he. But no one replied.

by Soleilwave

[atiguhya padma]

The snow fell like leaves bouncing on the wind. Hills as white as distant stars that sprinkle subtle and fragile light upon his shadow. The night pinned him down. Drifts covered his stretched body, bandaging his limbs like an Egyptian burial. Spring will bring sorrow, suffering, sadness.

[dal.]

“You can do anything you want” his dad said “All you have to believe.” He grew up spending countless hours in the gym working towards being the best. Now, it’s the championship game and his teams down one with five seconds to go, this is the moment he’s been waiting for. But he’s on his couch at home watching…nobody ever mentions injury as a possibility.

65 words

[formality hater]

"Eres amigo de Salem?"He had asked suddenly.
What was that supposed to mean?Not there too!I couldn't take it anymore...
My own identity has seemed to vanish, and now it is Salem who has become my identity!
Afterall I was a "hero's friend" and that has to be more than enough for me!
"Soy amigo de Salem."I had replied.

[atiguhya padma]

Staggering tornado-like into the lavatory, Vesuvian eruptions from his belly scattering vomit across the marble floor, he stumbles exit-ward. A gathering of concerned looks falls upon him. "God how disgusting" he drawls. "Some bastard has spewed up in there!" A colosseum of suspicious eyes casts stone-like doubts upon his face.

[DanielBenoit]

I took a magazine and curled it up into cylinder, poked my eye through it and peered.

[TallyGD]

A child cries for a lost toy broken by his hands. Shared memories of happiness and playfulness start to drift away. A parent quickens the erosion with a gift of new. The child smiles and rejoices at a memory yet made.

[Nemo Neem]

I never understood why we must suffer in a world where you see penguins suckling from flowers.

[Eryk]

generations of worshippers
kneeled whispered and wore the
dome of their cathedral down

[VadimP]

He looked over the people in the grocery store: a mother feeding her child… a group of chatting schoolgirls… an old lady arguing with the sales person, her husband patiently waiting nearby…“Wicked Jews! You took our land!” passed through his mind as he pressed the button on his explosive belt.

[Return Journey]

She sat looking down the lunch counter thinking how elbows were the awfullest-looking part of the human body when he walked in, sat beside her.
"Nice hairdo," he said, looking her over. His arm brushed hers. "But don't you know--it's impolite to put your elbows on the table."

I like this one.
It brought a smile to my face…and I wasn’t in the mood for smiling.
Thanks Lavendar1. :)

[Lumiere]

I had to be there again. I went in the night. My bones were cold as I drove alone over the forgotten hills to Marquette Lane. Into the forest I stepped, and silence sealed me in. Then I found it, the very spot. Over sacred leaves, I wept.

[WritingTheWrong]

He loops his arm around my waist and guides me onto the porch. We sit shoulder to shoulder on the edge of the brick and cement square. I lean on him and let out a sigh, his scent mingling with the January – but too warm to feel like January – air.

[beroq]

In his bedroom, the man sat straight in the chair by the open window that overlooked a black, cloudy night. He had a small wooden inlaid box on his lap.

The man thought he could get rid of the memories by simply burying them.

[Oliver Pockets]

The underground parking structure was dark. The five levels where kept cool by a system of cold water running through pipes pumping their contents through the entire underground structure. The first floor was filled with pens containing goats, chickens, and bicycles.

[BienvenuJDC]

The couple entered looking for help. With their car abandoned just a mile away, they were stranded. The house was dark, not lived in. The assumption that because no one lived in this house meant there were no residents was to assume too much. The door slammed shut from the wind. It was jammed, maybe locked. The youngsters were the newest residents.

[Katy North]

A yellow brown snake shone, a bright exclamation point in the moonlight.
The bird, smelling of dust and black, landed next to what she thought was the rippling gleam of water.

The snake's teeth failed to catch the bird; its smooth gums slid over the bird's scaly leg as it exploded into the sky in a flurry of blurs and feathers.

The snake relaxed back into his tight coil, patient as still water.

...

Okay, that was 73 words, do I get a penalty?:biggrin5:

[certainty]

He can hear them coming. The foot steps are heavier now then before. Their breath is so close he can touch it. It's so deadly quiet.. Any moment now, "DINNER'S READY!" Little Johnny puts down the gamepade with his sweaty hands and dashes towards the peoppori pizza.

[Revolte]

The dying rose fought his death, convinced he was the only figure of beauty. Until one storming day, the clouds broke and the sun beamed upon a sprouting tree. The dying rose then knew, that beauty was not his alone to hold and he took his final breath.

[chckn648]

I listened to a cucumber as I ate Elvis for lunch. The aliens are looking for me, but he was tasty and it was worth it. So much for him still being alive. Why be ordinary?

[anzki4]

As he walked into to the court, he looked perfectly calm. Still, inside he was crying, for ignorance and stupidity of man. He spoken calmly, but he seemed to be cold-blooded killer. As he was stated guilty, he only sighed silently. In his last days, he had only one thought: Why?

And while he sat down to the chair, finally one tear dropped from his eye.

[hillwalker]

"Are you listening?"
"Please, why are you ringing me?"
"Because I chose you....."
Her ragged breath like static on the line then dead air as she hangs up for the thousandth time.
Behind her faintly lit window he sees her staring into the gloom before walking back into her kitchen.

[James_Patrick]

I was baptised, married, and burried: always with the priest to see it through. Who ties his shoes in the morning?

[chimney_swift]

I lost my brother in the water when I was very young. I see him sometimes in my dreams and he is still a boy and he looks very beautiful and he is standing on the shore. I ask him to come out onto the boat with us and he never does.

[moonbird]

It's not very good, but here's my try...

The girl was crying tears of fire, and they rained down on the earth like gunfire. The people ran from her, but they could not escape her violent sorrow. When the earth was completely burned only one man remained, her lost lover, and he sat in smoke, waiting for death.

[formality hater]

As he sits silently staring out of his window, the air outside suddenly turns moist. He then knows where his tears have escaped!

[MatthewFarlow]

I lay staring at the stars through someone’s broken roof. It was silent - too cold for crickets to chirp. Just my thoughts and those bright balls of burning gas. I leisurely drew fictitious constellations. A celestial body was growing quickly. I propped my body up on my elbows. Asteroid. (50)

[MystyrMystyry]

Startled by the boot kicking the door in I jumped from my chair and yelped 'What!'

'Give it to me or I'll shoot!' barked a gruff voice

'Give you what?'

'The box!"

'Oh that,' I blinked. 'This is 46. You want 64 around the corner...'

'64 ya say?'

'Uh huh.'