Hello and welcome to Volume Cinco. Because it’s Friday in some parts of the world, if not mine, I present you with my phlegm inspried 50 word fiction based on this weeks theme… hollow head. Or was it hallow? Or haunted, if you want to go that way with it. Six of one, half dozen of another… I went with what felt true to me.

The Last 48 hours

Sludgey cement, slime and sticky ooze… muck, mire, and mucilage… green gunk, grime, glop and pellucid crud… with great effort she raised another sand paper rough tissue to her nose and wished for a hollow head. Whump.. her wish granted, the viral effluvium dropped into her lungs. Oh, *cough* perfect.

This week’s 50 word fiction theme is inspired by my little brother, and my search referral phrases. Ever since I told you the story of going to “fucking Nova Scotia“, I get several Nova Scotia search strings a day. Yesterday’s crop gave me the following theme: your story should include vasectomies and Nova Scotia. Now, if you think that you can’t fit both in a story, that’s ok. But you only get the super extra gooey chocolate chippy bonus points if you have both. And you want the super extra gooey chocolate chippy bonus points, don’t you? Of course you do.

This means you, J.J.



“So, where is he?” she demanded, her frenzied packing halted while she listed to the voice on the phone. “Well, he’s sadly mistaken if he thinks Nova Scotia is far enough away. Wait until I get my hands on him!! I made it very clear … NO VASECTOMIES UNTIL 2013!!”

Death of a Salesman
ìHey, man, I guess we are playing phone tag. I got your email, so did everyone else since you ccíd almost the entire company. Ha-ha-ha! Not necessary, guy, I am your main contact here, just shoot me a …î
*BANG!*
*FWUMP*
ìWhat? he said to shoot him! So I did!î

This week’s challenge is to include some aspect of the sales industry. The nice thing about making up the challenge is I can write what I want, and then issue a challenge I’ve already met! Next week, someone else can issue the challenge first, if you like. We’ll talk about that next week.

When come back, bring pie.

He knew it was a bad idea, but after months of nagging, he gave in, he let them fix him up. Standing in her kitchen, uncomfortable, avoiding her gaze, he wondered if his friends knew about her more prurient insterests. It seemed like such a waste of a good pie.

Yes, I cheated. I bumped the post time up to a minute past midnight so I could go to bed. I’m going to be freaked out busy tomorrow, and I wanted to make sure I got a fifty word fiction up. Feel free to write one too, but don’t forget the challenge.

I though, hey – Jodi… you don’t have any regular features on your blog. Nothing that people can count on. How about you make one up. And so I did. Welcome to the first 50 Word Fiction Friday. In which I write a 50 word fiction. Pretty simple. Now… let me think….

Good Listener



He glanced up from the bottle on the table, the label torn all along the edges, “Thanks for listening to me…you’re different from the women I usally meet in this place.”

Under the table, her fingers flexed as her claws extneded. “Let me guess, I’m not like the other girls.”

ìi donít understand,î she said, demons pouring out of the drainpipe at her feet. ìthis was supposed to close the portal.î
behind her, a cautious demon approached. ìif i may… itís RIGHTY tighty, lefty is.. well, loosey.î
ìahhhh!î she said, nodding. understanding hit the second before he ate her head.