Day’s Verse:
Wives, be subject to your own husbands, as to the lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, as Christ also is the head of the church… Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her.
Ephesians 5:22-23, 25

Some more 50-word stories:

My Life as a Drop of Water 1

Floating down, the temperature drops. I begin stiffening; my companions stiffen too. We see the ground for the first time. Above, we lived in light, but lower, wells of light punctuate darkness. We settle silently, millions-strong, smoothing roughness, hiding ugliness. Gleeful children throw us whirling upwards again. First snowfall.

My Life as a Drop of Water 2

Deeply buried now, I feel safe, companion-surrounded. We pile, muscular plows mounding us into dazzling landscapes. Sand, salt grit us; yet we whitely endure elsewhere, sun and shadow dappling. The sled runners’ pressure energizes us—a moment of liquid freedom, paused by sunset and cold, starlit darkness. Midwinter snow.

My Life as a Drop of Water 3

Glories of winter passing away in rivulets. First a trickle, nightly caged; then a rush, sheets of my companions rushing, pausing, rushing again. The glory of our host diminishing daily as we sweep down, circular whirling. We bear winter’s filth, doubly cleansing: first hiding, then carrying away. Springtime melt.

My Life as a Drop of Water 4

Our mighty host, freer, energetic, gathers downhill. I hasten, leaping obstacles, carrying burdens lightly, flying from light into echoing darkness. My companions and I hurtle through dark tunnels, carrying a noxious load—rotting leaves, stinking human waste, ragged winter-worn trash. I slip through meshing, abandoning my load. Water processing plant.

My Life as a Drop of Water 5

Battered but whole, I escape chemical cleansing. I shun nearby chlorine, attaching to companions. In a mass, we hurl through one last dark tube; finally sunlight, eternally faithful, brushes across me. Warmth! Pouring through me, strengthening me. I gather strength, dashing through similarly excited companions. Summertime’s liquid lake at last!

My Life as a Drop of Water 6

Under the sun’s power I feel my energy returning. Wind brushes across my back; I circle in a dance, cresting and sinking in time with millions of others. As we move we bond, attracted tightly. Then, at a crest, sun ray hits, breaks me free. I soar, gaseous once more.

3 thoughts on “Fifty-Word Stories: Day 8

  1. Thanks! We had a bit of extra time after conducting a lab this week, so we read the stories aloud and had students draw cartoons to illustrate the central idea in each.

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