Scott makes a tally mark on his note pad.
“What’s the mark for?” Sharon asks.
“I’m working on patience. I make a mark each time I become impatient. It’s supposed to help by recognizing when it occurs.”
“What’s today’s count?”
Sharon frowns, “It’s just 9 a.m.”
“Make that thirteen!”
by Hugh James
High of eighty with no chance of rain.
Beautiful. Everyone's been looking forward to this day. Sweat forms around my
forehead; it's hot. July fourth. People are everywhere, waiting in
anticipation. The sizzle, the pop, I burn myself. No time to complain, I'm
working the grill at McDonald's.
by Hudson Kemna
With each key and every string the
world disappears. Like a burning ember slowly fades in the coolness of a summer
night. Glowing all the while, illuminating what was once covered in darkness.
Just enough to sparkle in your eyes revealing the depths of your soul. Alive.
by Hudson Kemna
This is not fiction, it's a question to
you, the readers. I've got this backlog that I'm working on adding to the blog.
I've been adding about 10 pieces at a time, but I just got a new submission.
What do you think? Should I continue to publish the older stuff in the order it was received until I get to the new submissions, or do I publish all the older stuff to a date in the past and give the new stuff today's date to keep the newer things at the top of the blog?
Thanks for visiting, and for letting me know what you think.
Now that you've read some short-short
fiction, how about some bad poetry?
Come to my new site
and submit a poem. Make it a really bad poem from your adolescent years. Submit
any poetry to the same e-mail address, fifty word fiction, but
make sure to indicate that you're submitting to Bad Poetry either in the
subject line or at the beginning of the message.
Thanks for visiting!
Sand is grating under foot when the
black water embraces me. Over my head
and air is no longer mine to share. Something explodes within me; I burst to
the surface screaming to live. I am enlightened by the thought of what I
almost threw away-- The flavor of life.
by Jody Montoya
The coffee table's edge is my goal; so
tantalizing, so unattainable. I
chew a cookie, wet my pants, and plot anew. The cigarettes and coffee of my
elders will be mine. Rolling over, I squirm again; alas, scooped up. I
shouldn't have pooped too--foiled by smell.
by Jody Montoya
A fifty word fiction, “Now that’s a
short story!” I told her. She agreed with a nod but little else; she was
writing her own.
It would have been easier I suppose had I the slightest clue ‘what’ to write about. And then I realized I had already done it.
by Relsieg d'Arb
First wife called me a pack rat. I
was the only one that saw me that way.
Second wife didn't stay with me past the
Third wife saw my collections and panicked.
Fourth wife seemed eager to join the others.
I wish I would have married them alphabetically.
by Daniel K. Brower
Stanislaus Komansky drove a Nova,
perfectly tinted avocado with a rust spot near the bumper. He avoided
inspecting the paint's imperfection just as he avoided the imperfection he
perceived in the mirror. It had been seventeen years since he had seen his
face. He wondered, "Any rust spots on me?"
by Amalisa Piccinino
After the peaceful years he came home
on a lame camel, over the mountain,bringing trouble,
His father running and skipping to greet him,
his brother sulking, kicking sand.
The servants, charmed,danced all evening,
while I, grieving in the kitchen,
poisoned his portion of fatted calf.
by M D Essinger
From the top of Dharma Mountain
you can see almost everything and hear almost nothing except birdsong. Here an
old pine tree preaches wisdom and a wild bird cries out truth. The mountain
always seems to ask me a question. Today's question: What is Zen? Zen is being
present even in your absence.
Monty R. Nolan
We dine outdoors on a warm April
evening, too tired
and not talking. Dinner becomes tasteless. So walk me
to my car and kiss me goodnight. No. Please, not yet.
Months spent waiting, but no word. Suddenly he smiles
an invitation. Maybe music and dinner bring that now
I thought I only had to cuddle. I
assumed my only obligations would be to join tea parties with panda bear or
keep monsters at bay while she softly dreamed. Now it seems, I was always meant
for this higher purpose, to be the effigy of her inner child.
by Mueller Nylander
Three days to go and off to college,
Room full of boxes and stuff.
Standing on the brink of adulthood, independence
Future unknown, stretching far as thought can imagine.
Possibilities, which road to take, choices, how should I travel…
To do it over again, nah… not in this lifetime anyway.
Yesterday Dale waved me to his cubicle.
“Steve,” he whispered, “I’ve been living a lie.”
Living a lie?
Now, Rip Torn, sure. Eddie Money? Come to think of it, yeah. But you? Sorry, Dale. Talk to Janine: she’ll gab with you.
by Michael Brown
It did not matter to her. She had left
him on his birthday. He had been part of her for so long, but now she chose to
leave him with strangers so that she could do the things she had done before.
She was a prostitute, he was an orphan.
by George Tolson
He didn’t understand why bicyclists
wore such fancy shorts, but no helmet. Weirdos. What he wanted was to have his
bike tire repaired. Was that so much to ask? He looked for a bike shop,
(walking around half the day) but found nothing. Disappointed, he walked the
slow road home.
by Mavis Farr
He dug in with his back foot until it
fell perfectly into place. The pitcher’s stare gave him an incredible rush as
they locked eyes and prepared for the final confrontation. He knew immediately
that it was over when the ball left the hurler’s hand.
by John Ferracuti
A woman slit her wrist. Blood, a
liquid, very red, trickled at first and then oozed as her skin gave way. Green
nerve was invisible in the crimson bordello. Two minutes into death she heard
Her two year old was crying.
She had forgotten to feed him.
by Rajarshi Singh
It took its toll; too far, glad my
pre-arranged ride showed up early.
Even Missy, my canine companion, the tireless Frisbee chaser, was drained.
We luxuriated in the air-conditioned car, soft cushions massaged my body, she stretched out in the rear of the SUV.
Exercise and bonding, a satisfying day.
They will never be worth this.
So now what idiot, I ask myself.
Was all this pain and suffering worth it?
Mary was right, I was born out of time.
Okay, fine. You wanted a martyr, you got it!
Father, Into Your Hands I Commend My Spirit.
Here I come.
by Daniel Brower
They held hands. The sun was bright and
strong it stung their eyes.The boy
sniffed, his sister grasped tighter. The early morning air was cold, their
hands were cold, they shivered in their winter coats. She called to them and
waved. With small hands they slowly waved good-bye
by Ali Waks
If you’d asked Samuel, he’d say life’s
too important to do anything like that. Samuel’s boring, so you’ll ask Lizzie
instead. She'll take your hand and say, "Next week I’m gonna apply to be
on a reality television show. Reality is the last place anybody will look for
by Laurel Hudgins
They ate lobster every day for a week,
in every way, shape & form you could imagine. It's hard to believe that you
could grow tired of lobster, and seafood in general, but it can happen. I don't
even want to look at another lobster for at least another year.
by David Stalcup
once told me never open the door nor
speak to a stranger, I took his word for it and that is why I can thank him for
what I am today. A mother who has passed these wise words onto my daughter
hoping one day she will do the same....
by Natasha Cramb
Well it began like this, "What do
you mean at home without a doctor or midwife?"
Her eyes searched him out with, "I've done this three times before Dad! I know what I's doing."
And yesterday he smiled, "What will you name him?"
Her eyes again, "I've done this three times before too Dad!"
My foot pushes. My arm pulls. My head
braces and I race into the wind. I am fast and it is everything that I
remembered. I am free. I am me. I am wild and I can see.
Then I feel it. In the guts. I miss him. My tether.
A happy little sunbeam forced its way
through the curtains, and I groaned
and pulled the pillow over my head. When I opened my eyes, the first thing
I saw were the boots lying next to the bed. I shut my eyes again. Another
damn cowboy! Would I never learn?
It looked at the moving objects in its
surroundings. So many things were
happening; so much information to be processed. It curled itself up in a
ball until another of its kind approached. It uncurled itself and said:
“Luckily I am a sow bug and cannot think.”
by Etienne LeBel
While Juan was away urinating, his pet
monkey escaped and ran across the bar, spilling the gentleman’s drink. The
enraged gentleman caught his monkey and felt the little hairy fellow should be
punished. He held down my monkey and raised one arm. Juan returned, yelling
“Please don’t spank my monkey.”
by Michael R. Catledge
Sally looked at Billy knowing he would
never come back again, not in the flesh anyway. How could this have happened?
Billy, dead now ten years still stirred emotions. "Come Sally, let's take
a walk," says Billy. She grabs Billy's hand and together they walk through
the asylum doors again.
by Chance Landry
My name is Patch the Pirate.
I am the captain of my ship.
All the crew is in the galley,
No one's at the helm,
The cook is serving bread and jam.
The first mate is in the crownest,
She's never ever awake.
That's why we seldom find a ship
To board or sink beneath our wake.
He’s gone again on his treasure hunt.
Wandering in that smelly place, looking for so-called treasure.
The house is full of treasure. The place is short of space. Where will they be stacked?
Who would have thought the rubbish tip had more books than a library for him to read?
That's what it was.
Money in hand - She did it.
A wicker basket on the handlebars.
Back in time riding through the lanes collecting kesh and dandelions for Willy Wiffin,the rabbit.
"Give us a ride in yer basket Missus."
The swerve, the clatter, the indignity.
by Vivienne Edmondson
The bills were ten days over due, and
although he had the money he did not
have the discipline to write out the checks and enter the transactions into
Quicken. E-mail was easier. A referral to fifty word fiction seemed like a
fun diversion, so he wasted time on that.
by Chuck O'Brien
"Elise", he spoke softly,
"do you feel okay?"
"Yes. I'm a little nervous is all," she replied as she pulled her hair back and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.
He smiled and said, "It won't be that bad. I still remember my first time and it was nothing."
She looked up at him -- her eyes heavenly in the light. "I'm worried about the pain. I mean, I'm already sixteen, and never needed to see a dentist before now."
by Carlos Palomino
I‘m wearing your bracelet today. I love
it. It’s beautiful. Honestly, it’s the first day that I've worn it since we
ended. For some reason I couldn't wear it until today. It hurts as I look at it
because it reminds me of something that I can't have. You.
by Carrie Johnson
Submission was a head long road to
apathy. Now, it
was a life severed from reality, from truth, a life no
longer torn apart by anger and fear; that dread. Bald,
broken; a body and a mind atrophied by radiation and
drugs of chance. There was the nothingness times
Lying against the white Roman style
porcelain tub, I
lifted my hand above the water, head level, with dead
eyes—my hand looked so lovely. The sloshing of the
water and the fell of liquid upon and into the lustrous
water was hypnotizing. Red, my red, never looked so beautiful.
I could tell it was her. I knew it
before she knocked. We're connected, me and her. By some unseen force. She
didn't wait for me to open the door. She opened it and stood there on the
threshold, tears in her eyes. I could hear the sound of heartbeats.
By Pablo Control
Chain made him alive. The haunting
whisper of wind though a chain link fence, the soft and sublime metallic sound
made when Grandpa twirled his pocket watch, the glint of gold chain in a
jeweler’s window. His was not a job it was servitude. He was a wrecking ball
Rain pelts the ground and wets the
window sill as Karen sits in her chair and sips her milky coffee. The
increasing drops of rain lulls Karen to sleep. A soft knock on her door is
missed as she dreams of lavender fields.
by J Woods
It was a full moon when I met you.
On a crowded dance floor you were alone.
I walked over to you. You looked into my eyes.
Smiling, you whispered your name in my ear.
I whispered mine.
You held my hand, pulled me close.
Together we danced until dawn.
by Fay Piñera
All I want, and all I need... an
unbreakable heart... that never bleeds.
One shining moment, if I could stop time, to find myself and lose my
Somehow... I think I'd be okay... just saddle-up, point it down the road,
and fade away...
Pulling up the glossy boots, she felt
peeled off her shirt, peeked at the mirror
approvingly, then stepped out of the skirt. Blushing,
breathing shallow, seeming more exposed, she stepped
into the living room. He barely glanced up from his
magazine. “You’re so predictable,” he sighed, reading again.
by Marcie V.
I was at my campsite playing the fiddle
when I heard a small sound coming
from the leaves near my feet.
As I watched, it sneezed again with a little shudder.
I played a few more notes; the chipmunk sneezed, then scratched behind its
ears like a dog.
by Bets E.
I've been neglectful. Extremely
neglectful. I'm sorry.
But, I'm going through my e-mail right now and I'm going to post everything I can. It's summer, after all. Plus I'm bored, so there's that.
I'm going to start with the oldest and go forward from there. There's a few hundred submissions in backlog, so it might take a while.
Please feel free to submit using the link on the right, if you like. Keep in mind that it might not get posted right away.
The world of Mathematics is very odd. A
vector beckons you to enter, and soon you can see logarithm and indices dancing
gaily in a deep cavern. Radians and tangents quickly follow, frolicking madly
while surrounding you. Soon you are trapped in a maze of trigonometry with no
We ordered three fish sandwiches. We
waited and waited.
I asked the waitress what was taking so long. She said the chef was working on it.
I went to the back by the lake. I saw a guy in a large white hat with a pole in the water.
Two souls joined as one, two bodies in the heat of the moment, I touch the right spot at the right time. She screams with pleasure, what a magical time for both of us. A night to remember and cherish, but only if she can be mine forevermore.
I don't know what love is but I am starting to find out.
And I am loving it!
by Joseph Katri
She stared at the profiles of old men.
They all were the same. She really wanted to be happy with her life the way it
was. It was a good life. Family, friends, even a boyfriend who cared about her.
He looks nice as she pressed the send button.
She turned the key in the ignition, and as she did so, a rush of thoughts flooded her brain. What if she were wrong? Maybe if she just gave him one last chance, things would be different. But it was too late; she couldn’t go back. She had to go.
You touch me, and I am fire.
igniting the very core of my soul.
You, scarred stranger
of my thoughts,
We meet, yearn, touch
Once again, I am woman.
He came home from work with a 12 pack
and some smokes.
After 5 or 6 beers he turned the stereo on full blast, playing bluegrass and old country.
I said, "Stop".
I pulled out a shotgun and blasted his Magnavox into a million pieces.
She had resented the autistic brother
kids in school called “Jupiter.” She avoided him in the halls.
Now she had cared for him for 15 years.
He lay in a hospital bed, dying. He didn’t watch baseball games, he didn’t eat. He didn’t seem to care. But she was shocked.
by Frances Harris Segerson
Angels watch Mankind, if they could
they would weep,
Demons torment Mankind, their presence a vile scourge,
God created Mankind, suffering as He did,
Knowing that in the End, their was future bleak and
And yet......the story is not over.....
by Damon Bradley
He slips the envelope underneath the
$100.00 a week buys him freedom, washes him clean of guilt.
He hears his children beyond the door, but he won't ring the bell.
He'll be from here to the lobby door in one giant leap,
thinking to himself "phew! what a relief."
by Delia Fonseca
Johnny has a huge finger on each of his
three arms and an eye in the middle of his forehead.
He is not from around here. He is an alien.
His brother Jimmy lives in Cleveland.
by Henry Wessel
“I’m so blessed,” she said, “that God
was watching over me when the bomb when off. I lost my legs, but think of all
those people who died!”
He had to ask. “Think if he’d been watching a little harder, there would have been no bomb?”
“What do you mean?”
Jimmy jumped from the tall building to
Half way down he had second thoughts - did he really want to die? He decided he did.
He was lucky because by then it would have been too late.
"When their car dies one wintry
night in Astoria,
three college kids battle the elements and each other to find their way
I wrote and rewrote the story, convinced of its movie potential, forgetting that in reality we all had jackets, credit cards, and enough cash for a cab.
by Gerald So
When she was five years old, she loved
to sing Where Have All The Flowers Gone? with her Mommy at bedtime. It made
perfect sense to her then. Singing her favorite song three years later, her
world view of symmetry, justice and life were shaped by it. Sing it, baby.
by Debora Selinger
He was a loving husband
but she hated him. It has
been eleven years and she
had been scheming to kill him.
They were in the bath tub.
She asked him
if he wanted to listen to the radio.
"Yes!" he replied.
She threw the radio into the tub -
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نمونه هایی از گفتگوهای تجاری (بخش دوم) چهارشنبه 5 مهر 1391
نمونه هایی از گفتگوهای تجاری (بخش اول) چهارشنبه 5 مهر 1391
اندرزهای شکسپیر برای لذت از زندگی دوشنبه 27 شهریور 1391
چند اصطلاح در بر دارنده ی نام های حیوانات به صورت تست های چند گزینه ای شنبه 21 مرداد 1391
برخی لغات انگلیسی که ریشه فارسی دارند. چهارشنبه 13 مهر 1390
تقویت مهارت خواندن و درک مفاهیم جمعه 18 شهریور 1390
نمونه سوال: شعر ساده دوشنبه 13 تیر 1390
Beauty شنبه 11 تیر 1390
Paradox of Our Times شنبه 11 تیر 1390
مقاله: معیارهای ترجمه متون دینی شنبه 11 تیر 1390
پیشنهادهایی در ترجمه نوشته های علمی و تحقیقی (بخش دوم) شنبه 11 تیر 1390
پیشنهادهایی در ترجمه نوشته های علمی و تحقیقی (بخش اول) شنبه 11 تیر 1390
مقاله: پست مدرنیسـم و فرآینـد جهـانی شدن شنبه 11 تیر 1390
معرفی کتاب برای listening جمعه 3 تیر 1390
معرفی کتاب برای یادگیری grammar جمعه 3 تیر 1390
ده سوالی که خداوند از شما نمی پرسد... دوشنبه 30 خرداد 1390
چگونه انگلیسی بنویسیم شنبه 28 خرداد 1390
نمونه سوال اصول و روش ترجمه جمعه 20 خرداد 1390
روش تشخیص main idea چهارشنبه 18 خرداد 1390
چگونه مهارت درک مطلب را بهبود بخشیم. چهارشنبه 18 خرداد 1390
آموزش ابتدایی زبان انگلیسی ( بخش سیزدهم) دوشنبه 9 خرداد 1390
آموزش ابتدایی زبان انگلیسی ( بخش دوازدهم) دوشنبه 9 خرداد 1390
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