Write A 50 Word Short Story

[GabrielleDuVent]

Well, Hemingway is credited for "For sale: baby shoes, never worn".

 

Here's mine.

 

"I love you," she said.

"So do I," he replied. "Goodbye."

Red blossomed then turned black.

[atamantara]

Ooh, this thread is back again!

 

Here I have another short story. Sadly, when I counted the words, there were 65 -15 more than expected.

On a side note, this was inspired by the new anime "Attack on Titan". Certainly, it was not the most "artsy" thing to watch, but it works for me

 

"As if it were my last stand. I gotta keep the rhythm, so I do follow my instinct and start walking, waiting, begging for the day I will meet you again.

Is this just another fleeting dream, like another shooting star that barely gets to shine? Watched by vanishing hopes, we could stand here, laughing at the darkness and fear, like we used to do."

[hermanlab]

“Are you sleeping?” he asked.

“Not anymore…”

“Do you still remember what I told you on the swing that day?”

Silence. Then a smile.

“About ‘always and forever?’”

“Yes.”

Thoughtful silence.

“That was 60 years ago, you know?”

“I know,” he said. “I just wanted to say…. I meant it…”

 

 

[atamantara]

That's nice! I have another short story here, I hope you enjoy it as much as I'm enjoying your short stories.

 

"Angels do not cry, but what about demons?
They can stand up and soar unknown skies, but sorrow strikes both left and right.

Holy angels, who have never heard of human tears, now cry in despair.

Unholy demons, whose cries of pain have ended, now enjoy tearing the world which tortured them apart."

[penrivers]

Happened late forties or early fifties, in San Jerónimo, La Babia, Santo Domingo or one of those big ranches of 250000 acres from XVlll century in the line among Santa Rosa de Lima (Músquiz), and Big Bend National Park. He woke up early as 3 am in the moonlighted night, it was his turn to gather the remuda, so he went to the old stone corral and saddled his horse, when leaving, at the open corral gate, he saw the figure in the moon silver darkness, long black hair and dressed with a cotton white shirt or blanket

covering it from neck to barefoot, swirling, spininround as he passed by him, just a glimpse, so he didnt care or gave importance, but when he was riding looking for the horses noticed something strange in the crupper, turned around and saw him, face to face, long black hair , pale , and the empty sockets instead of eyes.....fainted...... same day, cowboys found his horse and then him walking in the desert talking alone. Spent some months out of reason. Then recovered. Never went back to cowpunching.

Some revisions after two cups of strong coffe with no sugar.

Edited July 10, 2013 by penrivers

[GradesWithFPen]

Wow! That about says it all...good work, Joe in Seattle.

[GradesWithFPen]

I want to die in my sleep, like my Grandfather, not screaming like the other people in his car.

 

19 words, one sentence.

 

Wow! That about says it all...good work, Joe in Seattle.

[orfew]

"Terse verse" she said. "You mean words that rhyme?". She bounced her pen on the desk and remarked "short words that rhyme making a short poem". "So non-rhyming words are a 'no no'?" he asked. "No" she said," they are a 'no Know'".

Edited August 5, 2013 by orfew

[heymatthew]

Inspired by my best friend... my wife.

 

He watched, quietly amazed, as she slept, enveloped in cool, inky darkness. The ebb and flow of life silently slipping past her unpainted lips. Ribbons of auburn and chestnut, dappled with golden wheat, surrounding her porcelain visage. "She is love," he thought as he lay still, awaiting his own dreams.

 

Glad to see others utilizing this great thread again!

Edited August 5, 2013 by heymatthew

[openionated]

A bit of silliness, but my most recent attempt:

 

Murray was lying nearly motionless on the cold ground. The last bits of life were slipping from his body. He thought about his current situation, his career, and his days at the academy.

He now understood the admonition given him by old Mulligan. "Never beam down wearing a red shirt!"

[antheald]

 

Written after a theme-park visit a couple of days ago.

[heymatthew]

Written after a theme-park visit a couple of days ago.

 

Yes.

[GradesWithFPen]

A bit of silliness, but my most recent attempt:

 

Murray was lying nearly motionless on the cold ground. The last bits of life were slipping from his body. He thought about his current situation, his career, and his days at the academy.

 

He now understood the admonition given him by old Mulligan. "Never beam down wearing a red shirt!"

This is great!!

[Llewro]

Right, my first go. Forgive the poor photo and the penboyship.

 

http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg490/Blairyk/PhotoAug25234838_zpsab4670f7.jpg

 

 

Sonny couldn't keep track of left and right anymore. The world was all momentum; his heart went one way and his limbs every other. Still, he pulled his arms back in and twisted. The vomit was clawing its way up his throat, but all four tires were on the road.

[heymatthew]

Sonny couldn't keep track of left and right anymore. The world was all momentum; his heart went one way and his limbs every other. Still, he pulled his arms back in and twisted. The vomit was clawing its way up his throat, but all four tires were on the road.

 

Well done!

[openionated]

This is great!!

Thank you Grades!

 

 

Right, my first go. Forgive the poor photo and the penboyship.

 

 

Sonny couldn't keep track of left and right anymore. The world was all momentum; his heart went one way and his limbs every other. Still, he pulled his arms back in and twisted. The vomit was clawing its way up his throat, but all four tires were on the road.

Sounds like some of the rides I've been on. Well done!

[sumgaikid]

Balzac took a step back from the halftrack. An Anzac from the Outback,he

chewed on the hardtack taken from his rucsack. The nearby guns firing ack-ack

snapped his attention back,causing him to slip on the pitch-black tarmac. His

watching buddies voiced in unison a human laugh track...

 

 

John

[inkstainedruth]

This is good discipline for tight spare writing! Here's my latest attempt:

 

Martin tugged my braid, grinning. "You missed the fireworks...."

"I'll give you fireworks! Did you sic your jerky friend on me?"

"Mikey? Naah...."

 

Fireworks.... "The sirens... the cops.... Was that...?"

"Yup! You caused quite a ruckus. Things got thrown...."

"Hope his wife has good aim -- that she clocked him good!"

 

Ruth Morrisson aka inkstainedruth

[penrivers]

Found this today in the NYT.

http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/09/07/the-short-sentence-as-gospel-truth/?hp&_r=0

Edited September 10, 2013 by penrivers

[inkstainedruth]

Found this today in the NYT.

http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/09/07/the-short-sentence-as-gospel-truth/?hp&_r=0

Interesting read -- thanks for posting the link.

Ruth Morrisson aka inkstainedruth