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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.
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.
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.
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.
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....
"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..
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.
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.
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."
Below are the fifty words. The story might come later!
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One day, a kitten took a walk. The End. (Sorry, I love sarcasm)
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 ^^
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.
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.”
:lol: Ha ha ha ha, sorry I found that really funny...Quote:
Originally Posted by Anza
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.
You absolutely tickle me!Quote:
Originally Posted by DickZ
Gordon Lish watched me write this story.
All that was left was death and stoic faces.
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 :))
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.
Oookey, I have fixed it, said plumber, now you can shower again.
- What about a bath? said widow.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
“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.
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.Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
Thank you Dick. I enjoy the challenge of this.Quote:
Originally Posted by DickZ
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.
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 ..."Quote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
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.
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.
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.
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.”
:)
"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.
A deathly silence marked the hilltop gallows.
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?
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.
The rat wanted the cheese more than he wanted to breathe. So, when the trap sprung, everyone got their wish.
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.