Category Archives: Short Fiction

The Princess and the Big Bad Wolf (Short Fiction by my Four-Year Old Daughter!)


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Today, publish a post based on unused material from a previous piece –a paragraph you nixed, a link you didn’t include, a photo you decided not to use. Let your leftovers shine!

My four-year old daughter, about whom I have written several times before, wanted me to type a story for her. She wanted me to type the story she told me. She said, I’ve never wrote a story before!

So, here it is, I guess we could call it The Princess and the Big Bad Wolf. Read the rest of this entry »


Posted by on November 28, 2014 in daughters, Grace in the Everyday, Short Fiction


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The Old Journal (Short Fiction)


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Is there a person you should’ve thanked, but never had the chance? Is there someone who helped you along the way without even realizing it? Here’s your chance to express your belated gratitude.

The window panes sighed a chilly breath of winter as the wind howled against their face. The fireplace crackled and sparked, as the fire lapped at each woody morsel, feasting on its hearty meal in the stone hearth. The light was dim; the sort of soft glow that made eyes blur if concentrated in one spot for more than a few seconds.  Read the rest of this entry »


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The Trials and Travails of Caleb Clark . . . Will He or Won’t He? (Short Fiction)


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Tell us about a situation where you’d hoped against all hope, where the odds were completely stacked against you, yet you triumphed. Be sure to describe your situation in full detail. Tell us all about your triumph in all its glory.

Caleb sat motionless in his recliner. Although his body was perfectly still, his mind was racing at the speed of light. At times like these, he felt trapped in his own body, a prisoner beneath his own skin. He imagined it is what a chrysalis experiences shelled in its cocoon. He felt cocooned at the moment. He felt as though he did not properly fit in his own frame. He ached, like feet in a size too small pair of leather shoes. Read the rest of this entry »


Posted by on March 4, 2014 in Daily Prompt, Short Fiction


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An Interesting and Completely Useless Conversation (Short Fiction)


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Write a post that includes dialogue between two people — other than you. (For more of a challenge, try three or more people.)

So, what do you think about the state of things, Allen queried?

The state of what things, Sam asked in a bewildered tone?

You know, the state of things, anything . . . all things, everything, you know in general, was Allen’s reply.

Well, I am not sure I can speak to such a broad subject as that, Sam answered, I mean, that would cover an awfully lot of ground. I don’t think such an assessment is humanly possible. Read the rest of this entry »


Posted by on February 2, 2014 in Daily Prompt, Short Fiction


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Josie and a Touch of Magic (Short Fiction)


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You have been transformed into a mystical being who has the ability to do magic. Describe your new abilities in detail. How will you use your new skills?

Josie woke the morning after New Year’s Eve with what felt like a mind-numbing, head-splitting hangover. Josie knew what a hangover felt like, she had them before. Josie use to be something of a rounder in her younger years. She had been a candle burning at both ends. Her mantra had been go as fast as you can, as long as you can. But, something strange had happened to Josie, she got older. And as she got older she began applying the brakes a bit more and steadying her speed through life. She realized that as long as you can is not interminable; she once thought she was immortal, but wrinkles and back aches had convinced her otherwise. Read the rest of this entry »


Posted by on January 1, 2014 in Daily Prompt, Short Fiction


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The Legacy of Zedd (Short Fiction)


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You are the first astronaut to arrive on a new, uncharted planet. Write the note that you leave to those who come after you.

Zedd felt winded. The past couple of hours had been intense; even more intense than any of the previous hundreds of hours. He felt the stress in his temples. He pushed back in his chair and rubbed the sides of his head with both hands. As he squeezed, shards of white light floated in the black space of his clenched eyelids.  Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on December 26, 2013 in Daily Prompt, Short Fiction


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Tangled Up in Blue (Short Fiction)


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We all know someone who could use a pep talk… so write them one!

Krystal sat idly at the table. The cup of white chocolate mocha was steaming in front of her. Patrons passed by her table, lost in their own worlds, in their own conversations. A few she noticed, most she did not. It had been a long week for Krystal. Nothing had seemed to go right. She was feeling the “dumps” as her mother use to call it. It always reminded her of the Dylan classic, Tangled Up in Blue. As she thought about the song’s title, she smiled to herself. 

Yep, she thought to herself, I’m tangled up in blue alright. And a whole lot of it! Read the rest of this entry »


Posted by on October 29, 2013 in Daily Prompt, Short Fiction


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