Not Her Favorite Color
prompt: the color blue
She talked until she was, well, blue in the face. She started to giggle as that thought occurred to her but realization struck and she swallowed her laughter with an awkward gulp. Doctor Bowman didn’t find her joke funny, either.
“Blue in the face. You’ve heard that expression, right?” Continue reading “Tale Number Fourteen – Not Her Favorite Color”
prompt: clicking sound
“Honest to God, Bill,” she growled, “if you don’t fix that damned fan, I won’t be responsible for what happens.” Continue reading “Tale Number Thirteen – Click, Click”
prompt: Please see the author’s note after the story.
Others might find the darkness a threat but Sam never did. Darkness meant safety, silence, anonymity. Shadows provided the only real privacy he ever knew. Even before he was out on the streets, it was always better when darkness came. Continue reading “Tale Number Twelve – Darkness”
No kidding. For the life of me, I have not been able to find a title for this story. I’m absolutely open to suggestions.
prompt: This was a challenge rather than a prompt. See if you can figure out what it was. I’ll explain it in a note after the story. 😉
“Anyway, it isn’t as if you have anything better to do tonight.” Continue reading “Tale Number Eleven – “Untitled””
It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a room with such a large crowd. For that matter, it’s been a long time since I’ve been in such a large room. I knew it would feel strange. I expected to be more than a little unsettled. It’s worse than I’d thought. It’s all so much, well, more. Continue reading “Tale Number Ten – The Flood”
Just a Little Punch
“It’s missing something,” Walt stated and dropped the sheaf of papers onto the desktop. “I don’t know what it is, but I know it isn’t there. Don’t plan on going anywhere until you figure it out.” He disappeared around the partition as quickly as he’d arrived. Continue reading “Tale Number Nine – Just a Little Punch”
Maneuvering a Moment
prompt: none, but please see the author’s note at the end
It saddened Deb when she felt her left eyelid began to twitch. Again.
“I wish you’d call me Deb, as I’ve asked before.”
Jeffery grunted. “I’ve always called you Deborah.” Continue reading “Tale Number Eight – Maneuvering a Moment”
The Village Idiot
prompt: the village idiot
“He had a name for all of us, remember? Ramona was always his Lily of the Field.”
Rob pushed aside his paper plate and swallowed the last of his lemonade. Continue reading “Tale Number Seven – “The Village Idiot””
Six tales told, nine hundred ninety-five ahead! I’d love to hear your thoughts and even suggestions for future stories. Just leave a comment. Thanks for reading!
Moon Rise on Gamma Nine
“If we don’t deal with the increase in magnetronic isotopes, it won’t matter if you get that engine running. We’ll all be crispy fried, anyway.” Continue reading “Tale Number Six – “Moon Rise on Gamma Nine””
prompt: turning wheel
It never failed. Whenever he turned up The Wheel card, he felt an immediate rush of excitement, a burst of energy born of happy expectation. Continue reading “Tale Number Five – The Wheel”