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.
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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.
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".
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.
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.Quote:
Originally Posted by Xamonas Chegwe
KathyCF - Excellent stories; I really enjoyed the creature/blind date story.
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.
Thank you. Can you tell I am a fan of scary movies? ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Karp
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.
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.
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.
thanks rachel, you're a doll! :nod:Quote:
Originally Posted by rachel
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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.
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.
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.
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 tryQuote:
Originally Posted by kjt1981
I thought that was her story...? :confused:
Hmmmm.... that is a possibilityQuote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
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"
Rachel, I have enjoyed all of your stories on this thread. You are very good at this! Bravo!
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.
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"
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…
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.
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.
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!
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
writing a short story in 50 words or less is a disgrace to the art and is as much to the artist as well.
Is she serious, or was that her story?
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.”
he...and maybe it was both. :lol:
Aww, c'mon. Think of it as flash fiction -- highly experimental... have some fun with it:Quote:
Originally Posted by Asa Adams
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.)
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.
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.
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.
Oh....I am having fun :goof:Quote:
Originally Posted by lavendar1