Forget the Cookies (a 200 word story)

I remember the child sitting on my lap.  “What would it take for you to do this one thing for me?” he had asked.  They warn you about this when you join the corps, but it still amazes you when you hear it.

That’s why I stopped in my tracks and thought hard once I was in the man’s bedroom.  What the kid was asking me to do came naturally.  Still, I hated the son of a bitch for what he had done to the boy, so I wanted to gift the man something more.  All it would take is a slight twitch and justice would be served.  I had killed many a person, young and old, male and female, but never while they slept, not in cold blood.  That was not who I was, at least not now.

I sheathed my blade and left his son’s note.  I thought about leaving a bit of coal behind to emphasize that I saw his naughty ass and if I had wanted he would have been mine, but I am a man of the red cloth.  “What would it take?  I may only play a saint, but a devil I am not.”



Cash (an acrostic poem)

Counterfeit bills lined his bedroom like wallpaper

And he doesn’t tell his “visitors” the difference

So when they take their due and leave he just prints more

He should have felt bad, but he just didn’t give a buck



Sexy Time (an acrostic poem)

She looked out from her bedroom doorway at her new boyfriend

Even now he impressed her by doing the dishes without being asked

Xenial and courteous, he was the consummate gentleman

Yes, he was also hotter than hell, especially as he cleaned


The towel she had wrapped around her fell to the ground

It was left behind as she sauntered into the kitchen

Moving up behind him, she turned him around, enjoying his reaction

Eventually the dishes would get finished



Scream (a 150 word story)

The click of an empty chamber fell upon recently deafened ears.  It was finally over, or at least Margret hoped so.  Then there was the creak of a door opening downstairs.  She dove under her bed.  She had dropped a couple of rounds when loading last time.  She just needed to find them.

The stairs creaked and groaned as the cause of the noise climbed to the second floor.

Margret’s searching hand slapped away a smooth metallic object.  She stifled a curse and pulled herself further under the bed.

The door to the bedroom opened.

Margret felt tears fall from her chin.  She closed her eyes and said a prayer.  Her hand still searching, her fingers found the fallen round.  She slowly opened the chamber and slid it in.  She frantically tried to locate her assailant.

The floor creaked.

Something grabbed her ankles and pulled.

She never got to scream.



Focus (an acrostic poem)

Feeling sick, Mercedes counted the bathroom tiles one more time

Outside she could still hear Jeffery prowling around the bedroom

Couldn’t he leave for work already?  He’s going to be late.

Until he leaves I’m not leaving here.  I need to find my center.  I need to…

She threw up in the toilet again.  At least maybe it was his.


Cardboard Jungle

Pricilla looked around her new apartment and groaned.  “I am going to die from cardboard poisoning,” she said.  She looked at the first box in the cardboard jungle and thought about opening it.  Then she turned back to the gin bottle on the table next to her freshly made tonic water and thought that would be infinitely better.

“Don’t you dare be drinking anymore before you get some unboxing done girly girl.”

Pricilla moaned, but with a smile on her face.  “Damn it Max, now you can read minds?”

Max walked out of the doorway to their bedroom.  He was dressed in his leopard print robe and black dress socks.  “Honey, I put a ring on that finger,” Max said.  “That means we are like connected, so give it up and cut loose.  Who knows what you’ll find in that treasure-trove of cardboard.”

Pricilla wondered what he had on underneath that robe.  She wondered quickly if she could get his mind off unpacking by seducing him.  She whipped took off her t-shirt, showing her lacey black bra underneath.  “Forget the treasure-trove, I want to do a different type of exploring,” she said.

“Man, it is quite hot in here,” Max said, fanning himself.  “Just means we need to find a fan in one of these boxes to cool it off while we work.”

Pricilla frowned.  “You’re no fun.  Why did I marry you again?” she asked.

Max picked up a box cutter and opened a random box.  “You wanted to live the high life girly girl.  What’s more exciting than opening up a billion birthday presents, and it’s not even your birthday,” Max said.  He pulled out a lamp and a couple of stuffed animals used to wedge the lamp inside.  “See, look at this one. “  He threw one of the stuffed animals, a bear he had won for her at the state fair the week before they were engaged.  It hit her in her pouty mouth.  “Bullseye!”

“Birthday presents?” Pricilla asked.

Max nodded.  “That’s the ticket, Honey.  Open them like you stole them,” he said.

“Then I should dress appropriately,” Pricilla said.  She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Girly girl, you’re making it hard for a man to do some honest work,” Max said, but he didn’t reach for another box.

Pricilla stood up and removed her shorts and panties.  “Now I’m in my birthday suit,” she said.  “Now do you still want to open presents, or should we explore our bedroom?”

Max put down his box cutter.  “Honey, are you always going to fight dirty like that?  You know we have all these boxes to unpack,” he said.

Pricilla didn’t answer.  She just walked past Max, swaying her naked hips as she went into the bedroom.  “The boxes will still be there in the morning,” she said.

Max looked at the boxes and the bedroom.  “Girly girl, I should just leave you to your own devices and get this job done.”  There were no noises from the bedroom.  Max looked at all the cardboard and shuddered.  “Okay, honey, on second thought you’re right.”

He put down his box cutter and headed into the bedroom.  There Pricilla lay in bed on her side, giving him a full view of herself.  “Of course I am,” she said with a huge smile on her face.  “That’s the real reason why you married me.”

“You’ve got me girly girl,” Max said as he climbed into bed next to her.

“I know I do,” Pricilla said as she gave Max a deep kiss.  “I know I do.”