Fifty-Word Story: Getting Dark

I awake. My head’s pounding. She’s sobbing. “I’m s-s-sorry.” I can’t see her, but she sounds distraught. I try to reassure her, but my head hurts. “No one leaves me!” She screams. My pillow’s saturated in blood. Sandra trembles in the corner as she holds my gun. It’s getting dark.   Written By !!** Click

Fifty Words Story Collaboration: An Impossible Rescue

There it was again, a faint cry for help. Sebastian raced down the path of trees towards the cemetery. He stopped at a tombstone. With his front paws, he began digging in the dirt. Below, Diane’s soul cried out as she was pulled deeper into the depths of Hell. Eventually, Nancy caught up with her

Fifty Words Story Collaboration: The Collector

Sebastian fussed over his collection of antique bottles. He arranged them on shelves that rose from floor to ceiling, in the room. The only illumination was from a hanging chandelier in the center. The bottles were comprised of various materials from all over the world and across human history. Unbroken clay pots from Mesopotamia hulked

Fifty Words Story Collaboration: In the Distance

I saw it there in the distance. A streak of luminescence in an otherwise dismal world. I  hungered for it; staring unblinking. It moved closer—that brilliant glow. Holding out my hand, I touched the edge of his collar. It was then I realized, the light came from his soul. Our eyes met, and as his

You Can’t Drink It Away

He drank heavily.  Forget who you are and what you’ve done. Keep your eyes down and don’t look at it. His plan failed. The full moon mocked him as he stumbled outside; his head spinning and his claws scraping the ground. He growled at a pink elephant in the distance.   *A “pink elephant” is