Category: stories

Part 7 of my “12 Short Stories” – Challenge Based on a prompt by Mia from deadlinesforwriters.com On The Way Down He realised he had not touched his toes with his legs straight in decades. There had never been any reason to. Now he found himself among a couple of teens, some middle-aged women and one man well…

Part 6 of my “12 Short Stories” – Challenge Based on a prompt by Mia from deadlinesforwriters.com Conditioned Helen lay dozing in her hammock on a warm July afternoon, when she heard a strange chomping sound from about three feet away. She was wide awake instantly. Paul had left for a business trip, and the neighbours did not…

Part 4 of my “12 Short Stories” – Challenge Based on a prompt by Mia from deadlinesforwriters.com Nihil permanet, nec atramentum Paul stared at the letter. He had not expected to win, especially not the main prize. He had only taken part because the riddle had been entertaining and there had been some interesting gadgets among the other…

Part 5 of my “12 Short Stories” – Challenge Based on a prompt by Mia from deadlinesforwriters.com Ellis wants out When Paul came home, there was Helen on their sofa, her arms folded and her face grim. “What is it?” he asked. She huffed and handed him a letter. “I put my heart out there for them to look at, and…

Part 3 of my “12 Short Stories” – Challenge Based on a prompt by Mia from deadlinesforwriters.com To be right or to be happy On a quiet Sunday morning, Helen was lounging on the sofa in her dark blue flannel pyjamas. Her right hand held a mug of jasmine tea, her left reached for her phone on the…

Part 2 of my “12 Short Stories” – Challenge Based on a prompt by Mia from deadlinesforwriters.com Saved by the squirrel ”I can‘t believe you lost both your phone and the map!” Helen set off stomping along the forest path, very clearly not looking back at Paul. ”Oh yeah? Well, at least I had a map with me! Wonder why…

Part 1 of my “12 Short Stories” – Challenge Based on a prompt by Mia from deadlinesforwriters.com Of mud, growing old and friendship Mentions sickness and death She reached far into the attic shelf where they had been sleeping for ages. There was still mud from the Holy Ground clinging to her boots. The crust was almost…