Fiction in 50: The Best of Intentions
This is no time for a coffee break – stop chatting and don’t even think about putting those scissors down: I’ll be the laughing stock of the block! Small lion, my eye – If you think I’m going to stay...
View ArticleFiction in 50: Love in theTime of iPhone
Ok, so we fudged just a little… The Bookshelf Gargoyle curates a Fiction in 50 mini-narrative challenge – the current theme is a fill-in the blank with Love in the Time of _________ ! Search your...
View ArticleFiction in 50: One tiny, Beautiful Thing
But I don’t want to put it back – I found it and it’s mine and there is nothing you can do about it – Flibbert has one and it’s really no trouble at all – you just have to … Continue reading →
View ArticleFiction in 50: Only Joking
The motorcycle in the driveway should have been a clue – all that exercising, saying she was building up endurance – then those tear-outs of blue hair and questions slipped in at dinner, “who did...
View ArticleFiction in 50: The Upper Hand
I can see them out there scampering around, laughing – yes, I can – furry beggars digging things up, making a mess of the marigolds and never taking the blame… I’d like to wring their little necks –...
View ArticleFiction in 50: The Path to Enlightenment
Look at them poring over their dusty books.. Philosophy, history, bits of Code on scraps of paper – who was working while they scribbled? If he expects me to serve a dainty tea when they all start...
View ArticleFiction in 50: A Worthy Adversary
Don’t look at me like that: it’s just so difficult to bring you home and make you stay all safe and sound. Not easy to resist temptation and go wandering off with some cheap little thing or another,...
View ArticleFiction in 50: The Darker Side of…
It wasn’t enough that she had tried all manner of sweet: no amount of nice seemed to do the trick. Teeth clenched at every turn, the darker side of a genetic legacy ached to claw its way out. You might...
View ArticleFiction in 50: If at first you don’t Succeed
I want to do it. I can do it. I ate the bow but I can do it. I buried it in the garden all this time, tell me that you never knew. Nope, I can’t do it… If at … Continue reading →
View ArticleFiction in 50: Into the Great Beyond
I told you to stop feeding that thing – one of these days it’s going to want to come inside and then what are you going to do? It’s gotten bigger since you’ve been giving it Fliblets, with that...
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