Tag Archive: short story

50-Word Story: Hauntings (For Toni & Vern)

He never really left. His clothes and belongings were gone. Yet, every time I made tea or pet the cat, he sat there. Every time I bathed, his hands were soaping me. Having… Continue reading

Fifty Words Story – Burn

This short story was inspired by Dru’s lovely post, She’ll be Right With You. !!! Click HERE to visit Dru !!! Photo by Patrizia Schiozzi of freeimages.com I felt her presence like a smoldering fire.… Continue reading

Fifty Words Story – Thief

Photo by Jenny Rollo of freeimages.com They stared at each other. She started to cry, and he made a move towards her but didn’t even know her name. “Thief!” She sobbed, grasping her… Continue reading

Fifty Words Story: Gratitude

Photograph by Rich Finck. Click HERE to visit and follow his blog! His stomach growled. Scurrying past a dead tree, he heard moaning. He peered into a large fissure and saw a beautiful… Continue reading

Fifty Words Story: In the Distance

Photograph by Francis – Click to visit and follow his blog! I saw it there in the distance. A streak of luminescence in an otherwise dismal world. I hungered for it; staring unblinking.… Continue reading

Fifty Words Story: The Debt Collector

Whistling, he enters my room. My heart races like the hooves of a doomed deer. Leaning close, he pricks me, then takes a hanky from his pocket; wiping my blood from his horn.… Continue reading

50 Word Story: A Magnificent Sword

Photo by –FlyTrapMan–   The maiden was tied to a tree when he found her. “What a magnificent sword you have!”  She admired its length and girth. “It’s a Wulflund.” “Aw, you’ve even… Continue reading

Piercing Love

Photo by –FlyTrapMan– You love me, I know – yet you prick and drain my soul like a mosquito.   Still hungry? Come and explore a wicked tale about voracious appetites by clicking… Continue reading

50 Word Story: Ripped

  Falling to the ground, it lands with a discernible “splat.” Initially, he thinks it’s a bird, but it lacks feathers or a beak. Realization dawns on him as it quivers – broken… Continue reading

The Dusk…and a gift for you!

Photo by –FlyTrapMan–   The Dusk Fingertips on her skin. Shivering yet warm. Chilled to the touch, yet his eyes burn. Frantic beating of hearts. Lips softly meeting. Forever is whispered with no… Continue reading