See what happens when I have a day off? I get all confused. I almost forgot it was Friday. The theme this week is in honor of DrinkJack: road trips. I’ll be back later with my story, as I only got up to use the little girls room, and now I shall go back to sleep.

No Vacation Time

She glanced at her watch, it was a 90 minute trip back to her apartment, and her roommates, and she did have work in the morning. But, she could probably take the time for one more piece of pie. Sometimes, even a little road trip away from your life helps.

Extra special musical addition to 50 word fiction Friday vol 14!!

Just because this song spoke to me this morning. It said, “hey… don’t I kind of go with the theme of the fictions today? Don’t I really sum up your feelings on road trips? Your need to run away when things get complicated?”

And I said, “yes, you do. Now shut up and get back to the tunes, I’ll post you later.”

Wedding Day by Rosie Thomas

Welcome to Lucky 13! You know, I was in one of those professional growth classes at work, where you are supposed to come up with ways you can start to fulfill your happiness and shit, and I stated that I would take baby step towards writing more fiction by doing a 50 word fiction every friday. I thought that was kinda funny. Anyway, someone from that class walked up to me yesterday and asked me if I was still writing my 50 word stories like I said I would. And I was proud to say, “Yes I am! Going on week 13 in a row!”

It’s good to have tiny goals.

Ok, in honor of all the babies being born to people I know lately, and the babies about to to be born to people I know, and the fact that I finally got my Sims to have a baby, I give you this weeks theme… ready? It’s babies. Saw that coming, didn’t you?

Day Care Employee

They all arrived in the morning at once, they all cried at once, they all pooped at once, they all wanted to eat at once, they all seemed to want to throw up on her at once, so why on earth couldn’t they all nap at once. Just once.

Since this week was the official beginning of summer, I thought that should probably be the our theme this week. Summer.

Summer of 1978

It’s too hot to move, too hot to breath. We can’t go swimming, we’re banned from the pool. The popsicle man’s already been by, we don’t have a/c, there’s only one way to stay cool. We’re going to have to go watch “Grease” again.

Summer of 1984

Arms wrapped around her legs, cheek resting on her knees, she sits on the grassy ledge, under the olive tree, and watches her little brother run up and down the sidewalk. Closing her eyes, she wonders where the button is. The button you push to get your real life started.

Summer of 1986

In a few hours, when the sun comes up, she is leaving this place forever. Leaving her home, her family, all of her friends and even her dog – she is taking the cat with her. So why was she in a darkened supply closet, kissing him? For the first time.

Summer of 1991

“So, you are leaving work early, to drive through the night, to get to San Francisco by 6am?”

“Right.”

“And you are spending Sunday driving back?”

“Yup.”

“And you are doing this why? It’s a boy, isn’t it?”

“It’s not a boy!”

It was definitely a boy.

Summer of 1995

She cocked her head to the side, watching him speak, the words so much nonsense now. Excuses for the lies and betrayal, her fault for not living up to his ideal. Why did she ever think he was worth it? There’s a good chance he’s insane. Good riddance.

Summer of 2000

In a backroom, somewhere in Berkeley, she sat on a stool. It only hurt for a second, just like they said it would. The sharp pain that made her eyes water. Then it was over. Except his rubber clad finger which was still up her nose, inserting her new stud.

Summer of 2004

She wore next to nothing, she couldn’t stand to in this heat. Upper 90’s outside, it was in the 100’s in her easy bake apartment. She raised the bottle of water over her head and poured. Steam rose from her skin. It was time to move.

Hello and welcome to 50 Word Fiction Friday. For those who don’t know, here is how we play the game. Write a story that is 50 words, no more, no less, and leave it in a comment. And that’s it. Oh, and this week’s theme is housework. Something to do with cleaning. Because we all know how challenged I am by the mere thought of it.

Also, in case you didn’t know, there is an archive page of the past weeks 50 word fictions, if you’d like to reminisce. Enjoy!

Where is the fairy tale?



“You were supposed to bring me breakfast, sweep the hearth, hang the clothes out to dry, iron my ball gown…”

“Mmmm… I’m sorry… what?”

“You are just sitting here. Reading!! You make a lousy Cinderella.”

“Can we just skip to the part where someone brings me a glass slipper?”

Ooo.. hey, you guys, sorry. I was caught up in a book last night and completely forgot to prepare the 50 word fiction. Ok. so this week’s theme is “ennui” considering I am suffering from it. You don’t have to use the word, just the idea of it. I’ll have to post mine a bit later, as I am already late for work.

Bad bad Jodi

EDITED to add:

The girls leaned out the window of the third floor dorm room, arms outstretched. The water balloons were straining with their cargo and poised for deployment.

“Ready? Ennui! One…. Two…. WHEEEE!”

The fell back onto the bed laughing, as soaking wet sorority girls screamed their annoyance below. Ah, sweet satisfaction.

This week’s theme is sleep, because I am very tired and want some. Sleep. Also, there is no fiction from me until tomorrow… or later today is it would be, as I have stayed up too late reading, and am too tired to think of even 27 words, let alone 50. I almost forgot it was Friday, because of those two days off at the beginning of the week.

So … on your mark… git set…. gimme 50 words!

EDITED to add my story:

Night Sky



She opened the back door, slipping outside, spreading her blanket on the lawn. Looking up at the clear night sky, this was her favorite time, when everyone was sleeping. Which is why they did not see the beam of light come down and carry her up into the night sky.

You know, I’m probably going to tire of the roman numerals after we hit 10 or so.

Well, as my Moür Moür used to say, “It’s cocktail hour somewhere in the world!” It’s Friday somewhere in the world as well. And so I bring you this week’s theme: addiction. I think I’m going to make it a bit personal this week. Oh yeah.. I’m going to share.

Intervention

They gathered together in loving concern. It was time she knew the truth, she needed to understand what her deleterious addiction was doing to them, what it was costing the family. They poured out their feeling, but she dug in her heels.

“Intervene this! I’m not giving up the Dr Pepper!”

Now it’s your turn to share with me.

Hi! Welcome to Daisy Chain Round Robin Whooseywhat themed 50 word fiction Friday. This week, we’ll each add on to the previous post of 50 words, stringing together one long story. Wheeee! Thomas generously provided me with a story, however, it was 53 words! So I had to edit it. Now I am torn between giving him smooches of gratitude, or a spanking. What’s it going to be, Thomas?

Ok, let the story fun begin. I’ll write some tomorrow, as, technically, it is Thursday evening for me, and Louise is chatting me up about something. Probably something to do with Satan.

Radishes. Every day, more stinking radishes. It didn’t matter that she was the pixie protectorate of produce in Pricilla Pettigrew’s prized patch, all she knew was that if she was forced to place dewdrops on any more radishes, she would magically string them together and shove them up Pricilla’s ass.

Hi, this week’s theme is going to take some prep, because I am opening it up to you guys to start it off. This week I thought we could do a 50 word fiction daisy chain, each post adds on to the previous post, to make one überstory. In 50 word increments.

I could start this off myself, but I thought that maybe someone else would want to write the initial 50 words… anyone up for it? Email me if you want to be the instigator of this party, and I will post the first one late Thursday night, although I will change the post time to make it look like Friday because I cheat like that.

Hello and welcome to VI. This week, I spent some time in class, learning more about color science and technology. And so this week’s theme is color. Pretty broad, you can use it anyway you like, just name a color somewhere, and you’ve met the challenge. Of course, you are welcome to get more creative.

Always a bridesmaid.

“Let me explain this to you one more time,” she said, clutching the bridesmaid dress in her fist, “Color harmony provides visual interest with a sense of complimentary chromatic balance. Overlooking these principles will result in unattractive, unpleasant emotional experiences. Cut to the chase? This dress will make me vomit.”