Sitting in the rocking chair, knitting a sweater for her only grandchild. It helps keep her mind focused, on the good things in life.
Tag Archives: Short Fiction
Two Sentence Story
Book, coffee, sitting in her favorite chair. All the comforts in the world she could want.
Calm State Of Mind
alone at his favorite outdoor table while quietly thinking … blocking out the sounds of the traffic and people passing by … completely focused on the other world that he knows will never happen
One Sentence Story
the thought police are doing a number on the old professor’s head
lost and found
its a perfect day to take a stroll, when a young female stops a few feet away. she has a dumbfounded look on her face… he stops dead in his tracks … excuse me… you look like you are lost… she replied… i am lost … do you need help… since you say that you …
Strangers In The Park
Sitting on a park bench, reading one of his favorite authors, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, an acquaintance that he hasn’t seen in ages. He remembered her name, but as far some of the particulars go, they just passed right by him. He finally looked up, and said hello, and she …
Why Me
It is one of those days, when nothing seems to go right for a number of reasons. So what were the things that ended up ruining the neighbor’s day. He looks out the window and sees that his car stolen…no milk in the fridge for his cereal…coffee maker shit the bed…later in the day…he burnt …
A Much Needed Change
With all the bullshit going with the Delta virus flaring up in his state, Jim decided to pack his bags, jump in his car, and head out of state. After driving north for the past four hours, he decided to keep going in the same direction. Eventually, he got on Interstate 95 North, and saw …
Not What She expected
A rural upbringing, she decided to move to a big city. The realtor won her over with all the good things and the closeness to some of the best restaurants, cinemas, etc., etc…so she agreed to take the one bedroom apartment, which was on 12th floor. What she didn’t expect, was the littered sidewalks, traffic …
A Sight For Sore Eyes
Saturday morning, he goes down to his favorite bakery to buy a couple of bran muffins and a coffee to go. As he is waiting for his order to be finished, he hears the bell atop the door ring, and what he sees is his ex-girlfriend from a few years back. It immediately brought back …
bummer
the table is all laid out with chef salad, a wedge of cheddar cheese, a plate of expensive cold cuts, and a bottle of red wine. with all the time she spent getting the food ready, the candles ready to be lit, her date nevertheless was a total slob… knocking stuff over, and … the …
one sentence fiction
grouchy bastard drives the good humor ice cream truck and bitches about everything under the sun
Quick Fiction
He told her lover, cry me a river. She started to weep, when suddenly it seemed like the dam broke, and all hell broke loose. She just kept crying and crying, and it looked liked it wasn’t going to stop any time soon. Now he wished he never told her to cry.
3:00 A.M. ~ What She Saw ~ Fiction
A hot and sticky night in the city. Nadia’s a/c doesn’t work, so she lay awake all night. She looked at the alarm clock, and saw it was 3:00 a.m., and suddenly she heard a woman screaming loudly, and she decided to look out the window, and saw a man beating an older woman. Nadia …
inspiration ~ satire
when I am out and about and need some inspiration, I seek out my guru who is sitting on one of the benches in the downtown square. buy him a coffee and a bagel, and he’s in his glory, filling my down and out brain a boost of enthusiastic goodwill and beautiful words to live …
Write Something
Since the old gray matter, aka the brain, seems to have gone on vacation. Its drawing blanks, so can’t come up with a scintilla of an idea of what to say, write, type, whatever. How long its going to be away, is anybody’s guess. Just don’t expect any postcards from it, saying wish you were …
3:00 A.M. ~ Quick Fiction
A hot and humid night in the city. People without a/c, having a hard time trying to get any sleep. Some of them choose to go outside, sitting on the stoops at 3:00 a.m. They see there are quite a few of their fellow citizens, doing the same thing. Talking and watching the few cars …
3:00 A.M. ~ Short Fiction
It’s a feeling Tom relishes in life. Driving on the interstate at 3:00 a.m. He loves the freedom of the open road, considering he is one of the few cars, along with the tractor trailers, doing the long haul. When he is cruising at the set speed control, he pops in one of his favorite …
Six Word Fiction
Doing meditation atop a snow pile.
3:00 A.M. ~ Short Fiction
The strong gusts of wind woke Joann from a sound sleep. She peered at the clock, and it was exactly 3:00 a.m. She got out of bed, and the hardwood floor felt cold. She checked the thermostat, and it was 63 degrees. She turned on the heat, went the bathroom to do her business, and …
3:00 A.M. – Short Fiction
It was one those nights, Ned was tossing and turning, and restless. He looked at the alarm clock, and it read 3:00 a.m. He decided to get up, put his clothes on, grabbed his keys and cigarettes, and went for a walk. The air was warm, and the stars were shining. It felt good to …
3:00 A.M. The Village Square -Short Fiction
The village square is for the most of the time, relatively dead, that you can hear a pin drop on the steel grating. But on this early morning hour at 3:00 a.m., accompanied by a full moon, and a few scattered clouds creeping by, something odd was happening. There were a pack of dogs chasing …
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3:00 A.M. Downtown – Short Fiction
A late winter storm, dumping copious amounts of snow on the streets and avenues, in the downtown area. Its 3:00 a.m., not a soul to be seen venturing in the deepening snow. Even the plows are having a hard time keeping the roads cleared. The only places that are still open, are a 24 hour …
3:00 A.M. – A Short Story
Every morning, at 3:00 a.m., you will find an elderly gentleman, sitting in his favorite booth, having a cup of coffee. He has been patronizing this certain coffee shop, since he retired many years ago from the book editing job, that he had for over 35 years. He usually is the only one there, and …
Six Words Redux
Gloomy weather casts a weary face.
One Sentence Story
He’s dancing to the music in his head.
Six Words
Its February. Its snowing. Its wonderful.
Six Words
The wind tells a unique tale.
Six Word Story
Kicking back. Relaxed. Long day, done.
Six Word Story
Change is good, replied the cashier.
Six Word Story
Did you hear? No I didn’t.
Six Word Saturday
Brand new day. Same old shit.
Six Word Story
Sunday frame of mind. All good.
The Void
The entire cast of know-it-all, know nothing so-called leaders of the free world, are all aboard an all expenses gladfully paid for, at the taxpayers expense, a non-returnable flight, on the spaceship emptiness. It is heading straight on into the void, and will never be heard from again.
Not Exactly – A Short Story
the middle-age couple, go at it, day and night. always arguing. talking very loud, loud enough to be heard at least a block away. the police have made numerous visits, and have warned them many a time, to cool their jets, or else they will get their asses hauled off to the precinct house. most …
Short, Short Story
The half-whacked preacher, is speaking the unspeakable of a lewd and lascivious nature.
Short, Short Story
Mr Positive debates Mr Negative. Egos clash. Neither comes out a winner. Both egos deflated.
Short Short Story
Trekking with the numerous lost souls. The journey continues on.
One Liner
All ye caffeine junkies, drink up, and get wired.
Six Word Story
Chasing the American dream. Its elusive.
Short Story
During his morning stroll, the elderly man is curious, as to how many bricks did they use in making the one block long sidewalk. Maybe one day, he will find the answer, by the tedious task of counting the red rectangular blocks of clay.
A Mystery
Watching a mysterious mystery which in turn is a total mystery to figure out as its a complete and ultimate mystery to seek answers to the mystery of all mysteries
One Sentence Fiction
He’s known as the ‘why’ man, for he is always asking the why of everything.
One Sentence Fiction
She’s savoring the all around beauty, of the numerous wild flowers.
One Sentence Fiction
She lives in a household full of mad, whacked-out people.
Six Word Story
Living the life of a nomad.
Six Word Story
Her Sunday breakfast special, soupy pancakes.
Six Word Story
The daily daydreamers bus has arrived.
One Sentence Fiction
Willie and Wilma are at the kitchen table, drinking day-old brewed coffee, and both are wondering why it tastes like shit.
One Sentence Fiction
She’s basking in the fake sun, reading fake news, and working on her fake tan.
Short Fiction
Delusional thoughts, warped ideas, a mind full of fabrications and he believes, that whatever he says is the truth, when he damn well knows they are lies, bullshit, etc., etc….
Short Story
She knew the weather is bad, but she was determined to venture out to the bodega, to get milk, as she had none left. Bundled up, she encountered white out conditions, and soon enough, she got disoriented, and didn’t know where she was. The next morning her son woke up, and his mother was not …
One Sentence Fiction
Agnes, the goddess of children’s story telling.
Short Story
he awoke around 2:00 am and he couldn’t get back to sleep he decided to thrown on some clothes and take a walk the air was warm and it made him feel good ambling on down the street he sees two women in black heels totally naked standing at the corner as he approached they …
Quick Fiction
Sam was in his glory, as the woman behind the counter, gave him a bag of day old muffins and doughnuts. She also filled his thermos with fresh brewed coffee. Sam is homeless, and has no job. He forages in the dumpsters for returnable cans and bottles, which keeps him busy. Now he is thankful …
Short Story
She said, your hearing me, but not listening. He said, oh.
Quick Fiction
He never does what the play book says to do. Just wings it, and hopes for the best out come.
100 Word Story
He: Did he do it? She: What did he do? He: I’m asking you, did he do it? She: What did he do? He: You know what he did. She: I have know idea what you are talking about. He: I think you do. She: You think, but you don’t know for sure. He; Well, …
Deadline ~ A 100 Word Story
The reporter for the local newspaper, fueled with excessive amounts of caffeine, is typing away like a mad man. His editor loves his work, even though he his in his own world, no one dares to tell him to slow down. The reason is, that a colleague told him to take a break, and that …
One Sentence Fiction #14
She sleeps soundly on a mattress filled with stiff straw.
Short Story
He said, “Oh shit.” Â She told him to watch his mouth. So for the rest of the day, he looked into the hand held mirror, never to put it down.
Quick Fiction
By day, he lives the life of a monk. In the evening, a con artist, is his vocation.
Story Story
The young couple, love dancing in the rain.
100 Word Story
Joel would do anything, to see his long, lost love. He would walk bare foot on hot coals, a bed of nails or a flooded street. She meant so much to him, but he could not understand why she refused to see him. He would give it one more try and talk to her and …
Short Story
On almost any given night, the insomniacs congregate at the mid-town diner, with cups of coffee to discuss the different reasons, of the whys they cannot sleep.
Six Word Story
Preaching to the choir for harmony.
Short Story
The green look on his face says, he had something to eat, that certainly did not agree with him. Hello bathroom.
Six Word Story
The jury’s back. Not looking good.
Six Word Story
Moaning and groaning is his calling.
Short Story
He and she, will never see eye to eye, and it will always be like that.
Six Word Story
A nightmare on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
Six Word Story
His breath wreaks of cheap booze.
Six Word Story
His boat doesn’t sail on water.
Short Story
His mind is filled with impure thoughts, accompanied with lust in his heart and loins.
Six Word Story
Snake oil salesmen, awash in Washington.
Short Story
Sign adhered on the merchant’s door says, “Gone fishing for fish, for my favorite aunt’s dinner.” “Wish me luck.”
Six Word Story
He and she, will forever be.
Short Story
On a beautiful warm day, he decides to go outside, and sits himself down on the stoop. He takes out his blues harp, and plays some down home blues. Some of the passersby stop to watch him, and love what they are hearing. That makes him a very happy guy.
Quick Fiction
The moon is dark. The wolves are quiet. Makes for an eerie feeling.
Short Story
He is the man who never plans for anything. Just wings it, and he is fine with that.
Short Story
Only the brave will walk in the darkness of a dense forest, and will come out unscathed.
Six Word Story
Sitting in the shade, enjoying life.
Short Story
He’s known as the “I said it, but I didn’t say it” guy.
Six Word Story
Gazing at the white, puffy clouds.
Short Story
She has a bad habit of mincing words, and she will never change. Its in her DNA.
Six Word Story
Watching paint dry, could be exhilarating.
Short Story
Whenever he has anything to say, he rambles like a babbling brook.
Six Word Story
He’s never wrong. So it goes.
Six Word Story
He is the master of deceit.
Short Story
The look of love is showing in her eyes, while lust was in his heart. They hit it off.
Six Word Story
So it goes. So it goes.
Short Story #2
Truth be told, he’s known as the great deflector.
Six Word Story
Whenever proven wrong, he won’t apologize.
Quick Fiction
The prophet loves to spread his doom and gloom, while imbibing with a bottle of his favorite whiskey.
Six Word Story
She impressed him with her sensuality.
Six Word Story
Free floating like a soaring eagle.
Short Story
She’s always been known to be a people person.
Short Story
His daily regimen of 30 some odd years for lunch is, baloney and cheese with mustard on wheat. He never believed in having anything different.
Short Story
He is known as the master of manipulation.
Six Word Story
Buried the ax, all is forgiven.
A Pondering Mind 
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