Day’s Verse:
Your adorning must not be merely external…but let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the imperishable quality of a gentle heart and quiet spirit, which is precious in the sight of God.
1 Peter 3:3-4

The stories:

But Does He Do It?

“What’s on the other side?” His finger, reaching for the trigger.
Shrug. Girl looked fearful. Didn’t know; didn’t want to. “Don’t.”
“I’m not scared. I think it’s nice over there.” Bold gunside face.
“Don’t. It’s not.”
“You know?” Muzzle to temple.
No; but she knew death was a fatal disease.

You Are What You Remember

Sadness. Loss. Yet Sean’s mother still lived—look, her chest, rising and falling. Her carotid throbbing, strong arterial pulse. Peaceful eyes closed, unlifelike serenity.

“You never looked peaceful,” he told her. No response; he expected none. Her memory gone, she was no longer Sean’s mother. She was a living corpse.

Not Exactly the Hound of the Baskervilles

Children yelling and screaming, dashing in playful abandon about a large brick building. Grass trampled, wood structures hand-polished. Ringing bell recalls chaos; children file in, sit down, open desks, find pencils, attend.

“What is it?” Across the street, Holmes’ companion queries. Wry look from pipe-smoking Holmes.

“Elementary, my dear Watson.”

Be Careful What You Wish For

Professor droning on: “Do we thus become a society of Smurfs, rubbing one another’s tummies?”

Students: eyes closing, heads nodding, pens limp in slack fingers, unresponsive. “If only something interesting would happen,”—listless wish.

Suddenly an enormous carillon plummets through the ceiling, squarely atop Professor Dull.

Saved by the bell.

4 thoughts on “Fifty-Word Stories: Day 10

  1. These last two had me howling.
    Thank you!
    After so many hours of working grading formal lab reports, your stories were a balm to my weary soul.

  2. I don’t think it’s shallow… I like the funny ones better, too.

    The depressing ones tend to be easier to write, and that’s why I have so many of them. I’m going to try to focus on writing more humorous or quirky ones and get away from the ones inspired by my bioethics class. 🙂

  3. She’s not your mum anymore! In a minute she’ll be just another zombie!

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