Every Day

Since I posted my first 100-word story submission here, I figured I’d throw out my second submission. It’s not a story with a beginning and end, but it does tell a story. I think. Okay, I get why it was rejected. It feels more like a poem, but whatevs. The awareness of the illusion is…

Two Angels Walk Into A Juice Bar On The Morning Of The Seventh Day

Angel 1 - Hey, Larry. Angel 2 - Hey, Kev. Angel 1 - So I haven’t seen God around this morning, is He getting off to a late start after that Six Days of Creation Marathon? Angel 2 - No, He’s just resting. Angel 1 - Resting? Angel 2 - Yeah, resting. Angel 1 -…

The Money Tree

There was once a boy, poor as can be. He wore ragged clothes, slept under a bridge near the town, and stole food from proprietors in the market. His face was dirty, as were his hands. To say he smelled bad would be like saying the stars only shine dimly. Yet, as much as he…

The Story Of The Thing That Happened To Me That One Day

So, this one day, this one thing happened to me. Okay, it wasn’t only one thing, but I still counted it as one thing. And I was all, like, “No way!” And people were all, like, “How did that happen?” They said that in unison, which was really weird. I mean, I don’t know how…

3 Random Things Disaster

This is an exercise I did while in a fiction writing class. The exercise consists of picking a location where a disaster is taking place, choosing three random objects, and then writing a short story taking place during the disaster using the three objects. For this exercise, I was given a hotel as a location…

Recurring

It begins with pitch blackness as the infinite waking world slips away, replaced by an infinite dream world. Daylight sets each minute detail of the horrific scene. For now, this is reality. The undead are everywhere, stalking me, voraciously attempting to take me over, to assimilate me into their multitude. Wanting me to be like…

Story Of The Sun

One day, the sun awoke, depressed, and so didn’t rise. And the day remained dark and the flowers wept as they remained closed. Throughout the night the wise mountains wondered why they had not seen the sun during the entire day. The next morning, yet again the sun was depressed and so didn’t rise. And…

A Letter To A Little Mermaid, From Your Loving “Sea Witch”

Dear Ex-Friend: So, there I was, minding my business, singing with my pet eels, and you came to me all like, "Oh, I want legs, and I want to be part of that world, and I want to run, not swim." Do you know how selfish you sounded? Despite that, however, I gave you legs,…

Romance Of The Dead

“Rob! Stop!” Fred backs into the living room as his longtime pal – a sandy blonde-haired, brown-eyed, chisel-jawed man who is as tall as he is handsome – gradually shuffles toward him as a snail stalking its prey… if a snail ever had prey to stalk. “Please, Rob! It’s me, Fred!” He stumbles as his…

An Exchange Of Death Glares

She firmly presses her foot down on the gas pedal, confidently matching the posted speed limit, the radiant afternoon sun reflecting her smile. She’s wearing the killer boots she purchased from some store with a strange name less than a half-hour ago. She loves her killer boots. “Faster, Kenzi,” says her younger brother, sitting in…