A flash fiction story about a run in with a dragon.
— Read on letterpile.com/creative-writing/the-lazy-dragon-a-flash-fiction-story
A love to write as much as much as I love to paint. Here is another one of my short stories.
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#7 I Call Shotgun – Micro Flash Fiction
Funerals are the worst. You say goodbye to someone you loved in life. A person you wished you could talk with just one more time. I had those same feelings when I left the graveyard after my best friend died. I jumped into my car to head home.
“I call shotgun.”
“What…no…you can’t be here, you’re dead. Must be hallucinating.”
“No, you’re not hallucinating. I’m dead.”
“Then how can you be here. Sitting in my passenger seat.”
“Well from what I understand I’m here to help you.”
“Help me do what.”
“Learn to live the right way.”
I like writing these little short stories. I hope you enjoy reading them.
A Serial Short Story: Fred the Angel Part 3 |
The third and final of the Story Fred The Angel
— Read on letterpile.com/serializations/a-serial-short-story-Fred-the-Angel-part-3
Part three of a story I published on a website called Letterpile.
#6 Tied Up – Micro Flash Fiction
How she got there she didn’t know. The last she remembered she had changed into her blue jeans, tank top and sneakers to go meet the girls. Now she found herself bound to a tree in the woods with a gag in her mouth. On the breeze she caught a whiff of something familiar, rot and death.
Some branches broke to her left. She squirmed trying to pull her wrists free of the bonds. She sensed someone or something watching her.
“Hello,” She called out.
A big hairy creature broke free of the brush.
“Hello, my name is Ralph.”
25 Old Country Sayings And What They Mean | HubPages
An article about sayings you may have heard growing up in the south
— Read on hubpages.com/literature/25-old-country-sayings
#4 Don’t Say Anything
“Don’t say anything,”
“Well if you’d turned where I told you we wouldn’t be lost now.”
“Yes dear…you know…wait what is that standing in the road.”
Joe and his wife looked down the road.
“If I didn’t know better I would say it is Bigfoot.”
“Joe, Bigfoot does not wear a short and jeans.”
“But look at the big hairy feet…”
“He’s thumbing a ride…are you going to pick him up?”
Joe pulled the car over.
The car door opened and he squeezed himself in.
“Hi, my name is Harry. Thanks for giving me a lift
#3 Nighttime
I loved the night time in my youth. I could glide through the darkness sight unseen. Now I fear the darkness and the shadows. Why, you may ask. The answer is Them. No one really knows what they look like because no one has lived to tell their story, until now. At least I hope so. If not it means I’m dead.
I wait in the darkness behind O’Malley’s Pub. I hear a chittering noise all around which means the creatures are close. A clattering and the end of the alley. A black shape from each end. Oh, crap!
20 Ponderings, Musings and Life’s Little Lessons | LetterPile
20 random thought about things people say to you or you’ve heard.
— Read on letterpile.com/personal-essays/20-wonderings-from-life
# 2 Superheroes
A 99 Word Micro Fiction Story
He Set up his folding table in the center of the parking lot at the abandoned mall. He prepared the tea, awaited their arrival. They appeared one at a time. Five beautiful women each more lovely than the last. They approached the table one by one sat and waited until the circle was complete.
“Thank you all for coming on such short notice.”
“I see you’ve picked another fine location, Xander.” Said the red head known as The Siren.
“Why were we summoned?” Said a purple haired woman know as The Huntress.
“We are needed. War is upon us.”
