Sitting on a stairway, sweat turning my skin into a shiny sheen, I see the light.
“You can come home now.”
Category: Competition
Competition
Happy Ending
She chortled when she saw me, so I shot her in the heart. But as she lay dying, the look of amusement never left her eyes.
A Fatal Error
When he was given the green light by his government to travel back in time to the dinosaurs’ era, he was so proud of being given the chance to eye-witness an event that beggared description that he forgot, under a state of confusion and bewilderment, to take with him the most essential device.
He forgot the coming back mechanism—a small box that sends signals to the time machine to teleport him back to his era—and was consequently stuck with the dinosaurs without the slightest chance of coming back to the twenty third century, but he kept hoping that the rescue team would show up any time until he realized, after some days of harsh survival, that the time machine, he invented, was holding a tricky device that would ruin its circuits after twenty four hours of his departure.
She Got the Job
She got the job because of something beginning with the letter ‘b’. It wasn’t brains.
Impossibility
Impossibility is not a fact. Impossibility is an opinion.
A Most Beautiful Girl
Her beauty was her only currency and by the time she turned 20, she was morally bankrupt. When she reached 23, she had been in a series of relationships with both men and women; though later on, she was never quite certain if this made her bi, lesbian or just a good opportunist.
Don’t Go!
He heard them saying something about an accident and a time of death, as he lay there staring helplessly at a host of people, doctors and nurses he assumed, with masks on their faces and gloves on their hands.
As a noisy, whining machine was powered off above his head, and as the doctors and nurses walked away discussing what would be for lunch, he lay there, unable to move, breath, or even blink, trying to scream, “No wait, don’t go away!”
A New Vice
Morning coffee brought out all the secrets they had been keeping. “The silence,” he said, “is me thinking.”
Strong enough
If you were to tell her how sweet her expression looked, how cute SHE looked, she would just vehemently reply: ” I don’t want to look cute or girly, I am strong and can fight with the best of them.”
Yet, in sleep’s embrace her softness shone through, no matter what she said.
Kris
“I don’t get why micro-stories always have to shock or amuse or have a twist,” she said. “Me neither,” he said, putting the knife back in its sheath.
Insomiacs don’t have any idealistic fantasies.Dreams only happen when you sleep.
Dont look back
the suicidal girl straddled the rail, but i caught her eye, and it was only what i can explain as love at first sight.
She slipped.
we all remember
His hand inched slowly to hers. Though the lack of sobriety was clearly evident,they were young and mistakes needed to be made.
The Shipwrecked
Hot, sunburned, hungry beyond anything he had ever know before, the Captain slits his friend’s throat.
“Sorry, Mate, but after 44 days on this cursed island, the only thing left to eat is you.”
Fear
She took an elongated deep breath, blinking her eyes closed and then open at the end of the breath. She needed courage, she needed confidence; just enough to stamp her boot over the top of the spider crawling up her loungeroom wall.
Tape
After a wonderful first date with Brad, Gloria comes home elated. “I think he’s someone I can be myself with,” she whispers aloud, carefully peeling away the tape holding her penis in place.
Revenge
Of all the men she could have or should have married, she had to pick the most venal, corrupt, two-timing, charming rascal that ever drew breath.
When the police asked her why she did it, she replied, “Not for God or country, womanhood or honor, rather, for the pure visceral satisfaction of chopping his beautiful body into pieces.”
Life
Over a long period of time I slowly, and much later than the others, realized that the world is not a perfect place and that life is full of suffering. Ever since Ive been walking lighter and talking quieter.
The Drop
“You and your ethics, you can’t do it,” the Joker gurgled as he dangled over the side of the building.
“Fuck ethics,” Batman finally decided, and he let go.
Second weekly winner!
Hurro!
The second weekly winning is “Wings” by Laurie Meekis. Prize of $50 AUD. Go buy a pony. A very small pony. Perhaps to carry your keys on a collar around its neck.
Why I love “Wings”
The first sentence is so very formal and serious. This is an important ceremony! Then the second sentence reminds us that every ceremony we take part in was created by us – and maybe aren’t as formal as we pretend they are. I like it because it reminds us that even those of high-status in our society are people as well. I also like it because of the joking reference to sex in the midst of a very formal ceremony. Sex is entwined intimately with our experiences and an integral part.
Finally – I like it because I can imagine it so very clearly, the breaking wave of laughter, the stories that come from it. Based on a real life story it also has lived probably a thousand times in telling and retelling. Much fun.
Again it was hard
Another week and even more entries that I thought were simply fantastic (and which have moved up to the top of the ratings). Yes it was hard to choose a winner but please, don’t make it easy for me. Keep going!
Two weeks left
One more week and another whopping $50 AUD prize awarded! Then a week later I’ll be awarding the first ($150), second ($100) and third ($50) prizes.
Thank you all again for entering – I’ve been very much enjoying it and also enjoying following links back to sites to read your other writing.
cheers,
Mat