FIFTY WORD STORY – Aile Goes Walking

With the thin mist clawing at his feet like tendrils, and the morning dew sliding beneath his toes like wet cubes of ice, Aile could not have been happier. His steps were light and full of air, and he felt they were like wings, flying him to his distant destination.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – The Great Curse

I became the great curse of humanity: striving to be something I am not. A hero. A lover. A master. I desired to be someone, rather than just to be. I raised the banners; married the princesses; forged the crown. Yet I slipped into the deep sleep all the same.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Walking on Water

I balanced my feet above the water. The glistening pool seemed to beckon me in, but when I lowered my feet, I found the clear surface hard and defined. I pressed myself up and walked, splashing droplets around me as I stepped. Then, suddenly, I fell through to the bottom.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Future Reflections

The mirror echoed, “who?”

When my voice caught in my throat, the glass turned into a black corridor and swallowed me. I padded down the darkness to an old, decaying wood door.

And behind the door, I saw a feeble looking man. He pointed at me and called out, “you!”

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Black Heart / No More Tears

I saw myself in the mirror, teary eyed, and swelled with disgust. I rinsed my face, stood up straight, and plunged my right arm into my left breast. I tore the heart out, spurting blood on the countertop, and injected it with black dye. There would be no more tears.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Tandem Horseback Riding

It is hard to forgive someone riding on horseback. The long silence of the terrain is like fire to a kettle, slow boiling the water till it bubbles over the sides in half-said remarks. Yet the fresh air of your newfound smile was like a cool wind, quenching the flames.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Morning Anxiety

It feels late. I can see the sunshine on the dusty floors. The stress enters my lungs like a thick fog, choking me from my sleep. I rush from the sheets, glance at the body laying next to me, and check the time. Six o’clock. I still have an hour.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – The Wall of Faces

Sometimes I stare at my wall of faces; all the masks I have put on—happy, angry, sad; animalish. I’ll try to contort my face to match them, but it’s hard to compete with a mask. When I look in their eyes long enough, they’ll start to speak to me.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Fly on a Wall

It is a lovely wall. Red textured with a rough finish, which makes it perfect for perching. They hang paintings from it. Canvas on fat frames with all sorts of colors. The food is fresh, the air is clean, and all is well till she throws a dish at him.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – The Poison Apple

It’s so beautiful. Like a green goddess, crafted in Eden. How nicely does it dangle in the wind; a perfect sphere—unblotched, unblemished. How the sight of it made me salivate. I couldn’t help but hold it for a moment; to pluck it, to taste it—just one small bite.

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