Category Archives: Short Fiction

Hope – Fandango’s Story Starter

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Hope – Fandango’s Story Starter

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Story starter prompt –

Things were different back in the day when …

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Things were different back in the day when we lived on Earth.

I barely remember it myself. I was just a little kid when we had to evacuate the planet. That was, oh … sixty years ago thereabouts. I’m 65 now, and I’ve seen a lot of changes.

Where I grew up we had green trees, blue oceans and lakes, fields of grain and people who farmed the land.

Then, the fluffy white clouds in the sky started to get thicker, and were not so white any more. It got difficult to breathe. The air was slowly being depleted.

Rogue experimental cities had begun to be settled on other habitable planets. It became a viable alternative to travel to these settlements, to  live and prosper again.

Oh, Earth is still there, still a planet. Some engineers and scientists live there, underground, and are dilligently working on cleaning up the air and water to make it livable again. I hope they do. Maybe, kids, your grand-children will be able to go to Earth, to repopulate a beautiful planet. It’s worth saving.

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© 2023 BS

This Is Your Life

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This Is Your Life 

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The two mad scientists are mesmerized and frightened when … they turned on the television and saw themselves and their friends.

To celebrate a scientific article they co-wrote and published, they were holding a small party in their apartment. When someone turned on the television to watch an old episode of Star Trek, they were instead tuned into a brand new sit-com series. It was called, “The Big Bang Theory”, and somehow they and their friends were the actors.

Except they weren’t acting. They were living their normal, though wacky, lives. All their interactions, had been secretly videotaped for many months. They didn’t know who’d done it, or where the camera was, but they all were fascinated and couldn’t  stop watching.

The big bang question was … would they continue to be filmed, or try to find out how and why someone did this?

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© 2023 BS

 

Post From the Past – Exposer – TV News

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Post From the Past – Exposer – TV News Click to view

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From 2014 ~

Here’s a little story I made up, using words from an online scrabble game called “Words With Friends”. These are fun to do…I just try to use all the words that have been played…try to make them fit into a quick little story. The words in bold are the words from the game. Enjoy!

EXPOSER – TV NEWS

Cue intro music and cool graphics… 🎵

“Good evening fans. Here it is Friday night, and we are swamped with updates here in our studio.

As always, we don’t try to demean anyone here…we’re just reporting the news as it happens. We oft get complaints from people who flip their wigs over our reg. news content. I say, if you can’t take a jab at someone as a joke, then Bro, you’re bent outta shape. This is raw and in your face. I don’t give a fig what anyone thinks.

So, without further ado, Lee will start us off with our first story.”

“Hi, Lee, what is our top story of the night?

“Ed, it would be the drag event, held at the ER disco ballroom, last evening. It was supposed to be a stag party for the groom to be, a foreigner by the name of Chine Zoa. The ETA of this shindig was to be 7 p.m. Everyone was to come dressed in drag. A Drag/Stag party. Well, the ballroom was set up nice, but the management nixed the addition of slot machines.

Then, Mike, the best man, threw dye into the decorative fountain, that turned the water as green as clover. The manager hies to the scene, and as he’s yelling at everyone, Ti and Qi, the twin viola players, hired for musical tunes, jump into the fountain. This caused a riot, as they can’t swim and needed to have the life bouys thrown in to save them.

There was chaos and looting, and it was not contained until midnight.”

“That was the highlight of our news cast. Thank you, Lee. We bid you adieu. Tune in tomorrow for more of…

Cue dramatic exit music and cool graphics… 🎵

The Exposer!!”

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© 2014 & 2021 BS

Cover Band

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Cover Band

This is a short fiction story I wrote back in 2016 using this photo prompt, which was found on Pixabay.

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COVER BAND

It was all the guy’s dreams to be the next guitar god, the next rock star, the next featured cover on the Rolling Stone Magazine. I was no exception. I wanted the fame and fortune, and yes, the girls.

I saved my allowance money, bought a second-hand guitar, and practiced. That got me invited to be a member of a hopeful garage band. We had a few gigs around town, had some local fame, but then it died down; we went our separate ways.

In college, I majored in art and music. The entertainment industry still called to me. I wonder what happened to those guys from high school? Did they follow their dreams, become famous? I don’t know, but I’ve met thousands of rock stars who did find that elusive dream.

I enjoy what I do. I may have never become famous for my guitar or voice, but my talents are in demand now. I’m famous in my own way. I design album covers. The burning guitar is my latest piece.

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© 2016 & 2021 BS

An Older Post – Freedom

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An Older Post – Freedom

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From 2016

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THE BIG ESCAPE

Turned loose in a large green field, the game players ran around willy-nilly. All the rules and regimentation were forgotten in this first taste of freedom. They shouted, and laughed, and kicked all the balls as hard as they wanted to.

There were no grown-ups telling them how to behave. Their uniforms became grass-stained, their shoes muddy, but they didn’t care. This was living!

After awhile they became tired and thirsty. This was a new feeling…uncomfortable. Looking around for an answer to their unanticipated quandary, they became worried. How would they get back home? Where was their home?

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Back at the activities center, John and Joe looked at the game table.

“What happened to all the little foosball men?” John asked.

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© 2021 BS

8th Annual Contest of Whatever – CoW 2021 – Big ‘ol XXX

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8th Annual Contest of Whatever – C o W 2021 – Big ‘ol XXX

This time last year I had this C o W post ready to go, and then … Murphy struck big time.

But I saved it … I didn’t XXX it out – now here it is 🙂

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The Eighth Annual Contest Of Whatever!

The Seventh Annual Contest Of Whatever!

In case you’re wondering, this is a fun contest hosted by the Evil Squirrel’s Nest. You can find out more by clicking the above link.

Last time the Topic was Murphy’s Law … This year it is X.

Black & White cow logo for C o W contest

Pink framed chalkboard says ‘Chompers Choppers’ (yes, I forgot the apostrophe) and a toy motorcycle with a squirrel riding on it

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Murphy’s law is an adage or epigram that is typically stated as: “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong”.

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Chompers the Chopper riding squirrel was having a bad day.

Chompers got his name because he was always chomping on nuts. He was the champ chopper.

Now Chompers rode his Chopper Motorcycle like a champion chopper rider should. He rode around looking for the best nuts to chomp.

But, this was a crappy day.

“Cowabunga!” Chompers said, and his false choppers fell out of his mouth. Yeah, he wore chopper dentures – you know, he’d worn out his real teeth on all those hard nuts he’d always cracked.

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He turned on the standing light, so he could find his choppers that had fallen to the floor. But, as he did, the plastic cone shaped shade crumbled into a cazillion pieces.

“Cowabunga!” Chompers said again. Now what?

Well, he went to the kitchen to find a knife to repair the light with. But, he couldn’t find it anywhere.

“Cowabunga!” Chompers said again. “I must have accidentally thrown the knife in the trash. So he had to dig … and dig … and dig … Ewwww! But he found the knife.

“Cool!” Chompers said as he held the knife up. But, then he dropped it and it stabbed his toe.

“Cowabunga!” Chompers said again, as he hopped around dripping blood all over the kitchen.

As he hopped and bled, he stepped on his lost Chopper teeth in the floor, and broke them. But at least he found them.

Chompers finally managed to gather his wits, and hopped out the door to ride his Chopper. But which doctor should he see first? The one who would give him stitches for his toe, or the dentist to fix his Chopper teeth?

But, never mind – Murphy struck again before he could do anything. It snowed and was icy, and he couldn’t ride his  chopper.

But, never mind – He caught a cold or the flu, and didn’t feel like going anyway.

“Cowabunga!”

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And then … and then … the flu (or maybe it was Covid? probably was) got him (me) sent to the hospital in an ambulance and had to stay there for a week! It was awful.

So then … everyone realized there was the virus and everyone had to stay home to be safe.

I didn’t get to post my entry last year so here it is … glad I didn’t X it out.

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~note – most of this actually did happen~

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Now enjoy this song!

“Ex’s & Oh’s” by Elle King

Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2021 BS

Short Story – Crown the Wild Child

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Short Story – Crown the Wild Child

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This is a short story I wrote way back in 1985. It was for an assignment in a writing course I was taking. I’d send in the ‘homework’ and it would be edited with helpful tips by the teacher. I went through the whole course, and got my diploma.

This story she wrote in red ink that it was excellent. There were a few corrections, which I fixed. I don’t know how excellent the story is, but it was fun to write.

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Crown the Wild Child

If you look up the name Stephanie in a what to name the baby book, you’ll find it means “crowned”, as in wearing a crown, ruler over all. This is one Stephanie who thinks it’s true.

With her thick, shoulder-length blonde hair bouncing, she enters the room and immediately everyone in the house knows she’s there. Her favorite greeting, “Hi, Mommy, hi Daddy!” is yelled to whoever may be there, be it man, woman, or child. If you’re not quick in covering your ears, they will be tortured as a high, piercing whinny comes out the child’s mouth. this is her normal and frequently used laugh.

Skipping across the dining room she doesn’t notice a glass of cherry red Kool-aid that falls and shatters on the floor in her wake. She looks out of her mischievous brown eyes and asks her friend if she’s seen the gorgeous new hunk of a boy that just moved in down the street. “He’s so sexy,” she gushes and swoons as if in love.

At age eight, the same age as Stephanie, her friend thinks boys are yucky, and secretly wonders if Stephanie is really a sixteen year old midget. Boys are Stephanie’s main topic of conversation .

School is Stephanie’s downfall. A necessary evil that must be endured for the required seven hours. Acting in her usual wild manner, she has her name put on the blackboard several times a week, with check marks sprouting after it like weeds after a rain.

After Stephanie stays after school for fifteen minutes’ detention, her ride home is harrowing. As she leans out the car window, her arms waving wildly, everyone in a two block area can her her screaming like a banshee to schoolmates the embarrassing refrain of “Hi, Mommy, hi Daddy. Call me at home, and I love you” to all the boys.

After getting home, Stephanie makes a quick pit stop by her personal file – the garbage can where with a blizzard of papers flying, she rids her notebook and book bag of all the evidence of notes sent home for disruptive behavior, and schoolwork with bad grades. At all cost her mother must never see these papers.

On Friday nights Stephanie is ready to stay overnight with her best friend. Already at her friend’s house, she calls her mother on the phone to beg permission. Standing with the phone propped up to her ear with her shoulder, she fiddles with a myriad of objects on the desk. Stuttering and pausing, she tries hard to get the words right in order for her mother to understand her.

Her facial expressions tell the story. As her barely visible brows frown then arch, and her closely set brown eyes sparkle, her thin chiseled nose sniffs and her mouth purses. She looks like a mouse trying to get through a maze. First standing on one foot then the other, she fidgets around, then with her back against the wall she slowly slides to the floor. Finally, with a shriek and a leap, she drops the phone and whinnies her good news.

On her face is the look of a triumphant winner. Head held high, eyes shining, she is smiling as if her ‘crown’ were really up there.

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© 2020 BS

 

 

Short Story – Mr. & Mrs. Jolly Fellow

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Short Story – Mr. & Mrs. Jolly Fellow

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This is a story I wrote back in 2015. It was from a prompt on Friday Phrases, and the words were ‘alone again’.

My phrase for this was …  Her 5th marriage ended, just like the other 4. In a heartbeat, she was alone again. She wasn’t called the black widow for nothing.

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The Story …

The media hoopla that followed Mr. Jolly Fellow’s accomplishments in mountain climbing, went viral. As the first person to conquer Mt. Deception, he was pretty proud of himself. However, his braggadocio rubbed some people the wrong way.

The families of his climbing expedition team mates had questions about how their loved ones met their unfortunate ends. They hired an investigator to look into the incidents.

During the gathering of information, and interviewing friends of Mr. Jolly Fellow, along with mountain climbing experts, a Mr. Yeti came forward. He claimed to be an eye witness to the murder of those poor mountaineers. He had hard evidence, capturing on his phone’s camera, the image of one Mr. J. Fellow, tampering with the ropes and other equipment of his partners. This was just what the investigators needed to arrest Mr. Jolly Fellow…which they did. They also subpoenaed Mr. Yeti to testify at the trial.

At the preliminary hearing and indictment, it was learned that Mr. Fellow had an obsession with the tv show “Murder She Wrote” Had watched it for years, even the re-runs. He wanted to solve crimes, just like Angela, but in order to do that, he had to commit the crime.

At first, he just fantasized about it. Later, he was so far into his psychosis, he believed he ‘was’ Angela, and even dressed himself as a woman, in private. In his real life, he was still the friendly, outgoing, adventurer.

Mr. Fellow subsequently bonded out of jail, until the trial could commence. When he returned home to await trial, Mrs. Fellow was not happy. After learning of her 5th husband’s alter ego, she took her iron skillet, and whacked him over the head, thus keeping her ‘black widow’ status intact.

Breaking the news to their children, was not as easy. Little Bobby was following in his father’s footsteps, as he’d already mangled the teddy bear (and had now set his sights on his sister’s collection of Barbie dolls). Mom put him into a rehab facility for troubled youth, for treatment.

Her teenaged daughter already had an inferiority complex. She also had delusions of being a Disney Princess…I mean, going around wearing that fancy ball gown, won her no friends. She spent awhile in therapy sessions, but now, after her meds kicked in, she just spent her days vegging out on the couch, watching “Murder She Wrote”, and eating crackers and Haggis.

What was a widowed mother to do? She got an account on a dating site, looking for husband number 6.

After the death of Mr. Jolly Fellow, it came to pass, that Mr Yeti became a hero. He was featured on the cover of People Magazine, and now people all over the world knew that Yeti, the abominable Snowman, Big Foot, and Sasquatch were real. He landed a book and movie deal, that made him wealthy. He used the money to make improvements to his community, of what is now known as Yeti-land.

Mrs. Jolly Fellow was never held responsible for killing her husband with the skillet. Her actions were seen as a good deed, after all, for saving the Criminal Justice System a lot of money and red tape. They didn’t have to provide prison housing, food and medical for Mr. Jolly Fellow, for years and years to come.

Mrs. Jolly Fellow did find husband number 6. It was true love, this time, and she retired her skillet…at least for awhile…Mr. True Love pampered his Mrs., and gave her everything she wanted. He knew he had to, or…whack…

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© 2020 BS

Drain

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Drain

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tap tappity tap tap

I don’t really know Morse Code, but I tried tapping some sort of rhythm anyway. You know, just in case.

Sometimes I see a skinny little leg, other times an eye peeking out of the drain.

I talk to him several times a day … he says nothing.

He’s a big feller, for what he is. But he’s shy.

I don’t know how old he is, but can’t be very old. His kind don’t live long lives.

I figure he’s lucky to be living in the drain here, instead of someone else’s drain.

Someday soon I will lure him all the way out. I will catch him for re-location.

Tap tappity tap tap

“Come on out Mr. Spider.”

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⌐ 2020 BS

Forgotten Phrases # 6 – Wilderness

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Forgotten Phrases # 6 – Wilderness

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These are short phrases (or micro fiction) that I wrote years ago.

This one I wrote for a writing challenge back in 2016.

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Subject: Insects

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50 years after conquering the human race

they roamed freely in the wilderness

of concrete and glass

Never to fear bug spray again

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© 2020 BS