Stubbed (a 150 word story)

Jeremy felt a sharp stabbing pain in his big toe.  “What the hell!” he exclaimed under his breath.  That might have hurt, but his dad mode was turned up to eleven since he had finally gotten the kids to bed.  They needed so much coddling and consoling to get them there.  He knew he didn’t want to go through that again if he could help it.

He looked down to see what he had jammed his toe into and there was the stainless steel dog bowl.

“Damn it all.  I thought I told the kids to pick that up.”

Then the realization hit him.  He slumped to the floor next to the bowl and tears threatened to flow.  He took out the Milk-Bones box from the cupboard next to him.  He grabbed one out and looked at it.  The tears were flowing freely, and he now allowed himself to grieve.

 

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Save the Words! (a 150 word story)

And then there were no more words.  All writing stopped and the world took a pensive breath.  Soon the accusations flew.  The right, left, and center blamed each other on their frivolous use of such a precious commodity.    Large documents were written by scholars about the lack of words and what that meant for society.  Talking heads spewed countless hours of drivel about the cataclysmic problem.  Entire books were devoted to finding the solution to this disaster.

All hope was lost.  Shut off the lights, it was time to just give up.  There was nothing left to see hear.

She threw her pen down in disgust and went to bed, frustrated beyond belief.

The next day when she picked back up her pen the words spring out, and the world was saved.  Millions lived, some of them died, but the words went onward.

So goes the life of a writer.

 

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My Dog Ate It (a 150 word story)

“But Mr. Perkins, my dog ate all my homework,” Johnny said as he wiped his nose.  The constant sniffle the boy had was almost more annoying than the lie he was trying to tell me.

“That was an extremely old excuse even when my dad went to school,” I said.

“But it’s the truth,” Johnny pleaded.  “Honest.”

“Don’t lie to me,” I replied.  Johnny was about to say more, but I cut him off.  “Go back to your table, or I will send you to the principal’s office.”

Johnny gave up and moped his way back to his assigned spot.  I watched him put on the plastic gloves.  Like I would believe a dog would want to eat bacon wrapped jalapeño poppers.  One bite maybe, but the rest?

“Okay students.  Pick up your knives.  Today I’m going to show you how to properly clean the skin off a snapper fillet.”

 

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Framed In (a 150 word story)

Framing the new wall in his basement, Marcus was finally content with its positioning.  It wasn’t his best work, but because of the urgency to get it done, he was happy with it.

He would have been even happier if Dave hadn’t messed up the old wall, making Marcus do this fix.  If the man could have just controlled himself.  But no, he had to keep one-upping Marcus.  Marcus had warned him there would be consequences, but Dave didn’t care and kept pushing.  Now he was gone and left Marcus to fix the problem.

Marcus picked up the first piece of drywall.  He tried to wedge it into place, but Dave’s fingers were in the way.  “Who knew dead bodies would be so uncooperative.”  He chopped off the offending digits, hung the drywall, and chucked the fingers behind it.  Good thing he had drained the body.

“Rest in pieces.”

 

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Fatherhood In These Modern Times (a 150 word story)

The simple sound of a baby crying pierced the night, causing Bob to bleed from his stubbed toe as he became the first responder.  The little bundle of joy was empty of joy, and thus the alarm was going off, but Bob couldn’t find the off switch, even after changing the wet encasing.  He tried moving it around to activate the snooze, but that didn’t work either.  Soon he decided that the alarm was a low energy notice.  He plugged the baby into the recharging device and watched the fluid level on the device drain to zero.  The recharge worked, as the baby went back into low power sleep mode.  Bob thought about putting the baby where it belonged but worried that the jostling alarm had been reset, and he was worried about setting it off.  Instead, he closed his eyes and snuggled the sleeping baby close to his heart.

 

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A Lonely Hike (a 150 word story)

I stood in the middle of the ruined city and wondered if there were any survivors.  I had been in the mountains when my cell phone suddenly didn’t have any signal.  I didn’t care then.  It was part of the reason I love hiking the Adirondacks.

I figured when I drove to the gas station after my hike that I would check in with my roommate, but there had been still no signal.  The gas station had been empty.  The place was open, but no one was home.  Hell, the lights didn’t work.

I drove empty roads all the way back to my dorm, but I didn’t meet another moving car.  Hell, I didn’t see another human.

Now I stand here and wonder if I was the last person here on Earth.

I begin to hear a rumble from the west.

I am filled with fear.

I run but I…

 

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Barbershop King (a 150 word story)

The barbershop smelled of talcum powder and yesteryear’s stale cigarettes.  Dale closed his eyes and felt the gentle tugs of scissors cutting through his wispy graying hair.  He remembered back to a time where he would be smoking one of those cigarettes as the barber struggled to tame his gorgeous mane.  He had been king back then, and this place had been his private den.  Now he was an aging male with a comb over and a paunch of too successful hunting.

The bell announced a new customer.  Dale opened his eyes to see Charlie come in.  Charlie rubbed what little stubble he had on the top of his noggin.  “Got time to shave me?” Charlie asked.  “My daughter is getting married this week.”

Dale smiled and closed his eyes.  He may not have much, but he had more hair than Charlie, and that was good enough for this king.

 

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