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101 Word Short Stories
By C. A. Dahlstrand
She’d always styled my hair with a special touch. For this appointment, however, Debby hesitated. “I’ll come by your house.” We set up in the backyard and my eyes drooped in the warm sun. I awoke to discover silvery strands had intertwined, forming a halo around my chair. Smiling, Debby collected them. “Now, no falling…
By Chris Cochran
4SightFrames™ upended the dating scene. Risks became calculated, the sting of rejection seldom. Why bother approaching someone with less than an 80 percent chance of favorable outcomes? I did not need glasses to know she was out of my league. Thirty percent? An obvious glitch. She was single digits for sure. Positively unapproachable. But what…
By Julie Turland
Old Tom, with his drool-streaked chin and jowls hanging loose, resembles his slobbering bulldog. He has a voice as gruff as his dog’s bark, and wandering hands. He offers marriage. I stand to inherit a fortune if I agree, but he is repulsive; off his rocker. On our wedding night, I make sure to lace…
The older man unfolded a towel and set two worn gold bands side by side on the table. He polished the first with slow, deliberate strokes. The younger man watched. “Wedding rings don’t prevent anything,” the older man said. “They don’t protect you. They just mean you chose someone.” He finished the task. The rings gleamed. “You…
By Adam Chabot
I received my death sentence from Wayne, the groundskeeper. We’ve been friends for years: him mowing around my trunk, raking my fallen leaves, and sometimes, sitting at my base in early sunrises, a coffee in hand, speaking of Marjorie, gone now. The course persisted quietly, dew not yet burned off, and Wayne just stood there,…
By Faith
Ugh—it’s Monday morning and my mind is racing while tallying up my to-do list. Sighing, while stretching my gangly limbs, I realize nothing else matters except I miss you like crazy! I lick my lips remembering the sweet taste of yesterday’s challah bread French toast drenched in pure maple syrup. Oh, and I still feel…
By Alex Sun
He sprinted till the lake cut him off and fear dropped his knees onto the sand. He looked down at the water. He saw a miserable, slender figure wearing a green hoodie with bright red stains all over him. He broke down. He just wanted to tell Jordan to stop spreading rumors about his sister,…