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Little Devils

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Little Devils

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Here’s a short story I wrote way back in 2013, which pretty much no one saw.

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LITTLE DEVILS

They skittered away from me. They always do, the little devils. They are fast. I sometimes catch one, but it’s not easy.

Laughing at my attempts, they form little armies, who taunt me. I curse at them. I get angry, and stomp my feet, then find another weapon in my arsenal, hoping to one day find one that will annihilate them for good.

I’ve learned that they are tricksters. They have many hiding places, and love to skitter out at me…a surprise attack, only to disappear again. To look at them, you’d think they are innocent of any evil intent towards me. I know better, now. I’ve come to believe they have some kind of rudimentary intelligence that aids them in their mission…to drive me crazy.

The ones I’ve captured are disposed of immediately, but it hardly matters. Multiplication of their species is rapid, and they don’t mourn the loss of their comrades.

Where do they come from? How do they get in here? I don’t invite them in; I’d never do that. They are sneaky. If ever you look into the dark recesses of this place, you may catch sight of a few, caught congregating…formulating their plans. I shake my head, knowing they’ll be gone, if I run to get my chosen weapon.

They’ve been around for centuries…their kind. I’m sure of it. They are a primitive sort, yet hardy…impossible to completely wipe off the face of the Earth. I’ve dissected a few, those I’ve been lucky enough to catch. They made no sound, as I pulled and prodded them apart…even as they crumbled into nothingness. I was surprised. Their bodies seemed to disintegrate…a bit of hair, a bit of fluff…as I made sure they returned to the dirty little hell they came from. I shudder at the remembrance of it. I don’t pull them apart for curiosity’s sake, anymore.

I chased one the other day, though. It was skittering across the floor…a tiny one this time. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement. I was lucky, as I had my weapon already in my hand. I smashed the bloodless bugger flat. The only witnesses were the others of it’s kind…already trapped, and on their way to their doom.

Suddenly, I sensed a slight movement, behind me. Whirling around, I dangled my latest victim in front of them. “Hah! Look at your future, you devils,” I sneered. Flinging the deceased into their midst, I scooped up the whole lot of them, before they could react. Their execution was at hand.

As today’s invaders were being disposed of, I heard their final, collective thought…”We’ll be back…”

I sighed, shaking my head, and thought…“Waging war on those little devil dust bunnies is a never ending job.”

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Hope you enjoyed this bit of short fiction! Peace }I{

© 2013 BS

Pizza Surprise – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – Sup

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Pizza Surprise – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – Sup

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS July 7/18

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Here’s what our hostess, Linda G. Hill, has given us for our SOCS prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “sup.” Use it as a word or find a word that contains it. Have fun!

Thanks, Linda!

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So, I quickly thought up some words that have ‘sup’ in them…well, these start with those letters. I’m sure there are more, but I didn’t look up any. Here’s the words I thought of to use:

  • Supper
  • supernatural
  • suppose
  • supreme
  • suppress
  • super
  • supercilious

Now, I’m going to try to make up a silly little story using the words, off the top of my head as I’m typing this.

Pizza Surprise

I decided to actually go out for my supper last night. That is, the evening meal. Pizza sounded pretty good, so I found a place not too far away. It’s a new restaurant that opened up recently, and is called Magic Pizza.

As I entered the funky establishment I was happily surprised. It looked like my kind of place, what with all the cool, hippie type decorations. So far, so good, I thought. I sat at a table, because this was actually a pretty fancy place for a pizza hangout. A waiter approached, bearing an oversized menu.

“For your perusal,” he said. (I thought he was being supercilious to the  max, and almost couldn’t suppress a giggle)

suppose he was just doing his job, though, so I smiled and said, “Super!)

I ordered the kind of pizza I wanted…a Supreme, with everything on it in the way of toppings. When it was brought to my table, it looked delicious…and it was.

Soon, I was full and feeling fine. So fine, I began singing a song, right there in front of everyone. That is so not like me, as I just can’t sing in tune, and normally would be embarrassed to break out in song with people watching me.

What’s going on? I couldn’t stop! Other customers were clapping and singing along with me. Then, the haughty waiter approached me again with the menu.

“For your perusal,” he said (again) and gave me a wink. “Read the small print,” he advised.

I could barely focus on the little words, but realization dawned on me. Magic Pizza…magic mushrooms…ohhh…

I started laughing hysterically at my not so supernatural experience at the Magic Pizza Parlor.

I believe I’ll be coming back again, soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

 

 

 

 

 

 

NOW YOU SEE IT – NOW YOU DON’T – for FFfAW

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NOW YOU SEE IT – NOW YOU DON’T – for FFfAW photo-20160724072916278

https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/08/22/fffaw-challenge-week-of-august-23-2016/

This story is written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. It is a photo prompt, and should be no longer than 175 words in length. Enjoy!

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NOW YOU SEE IT – NOW YOU DON’T

“There’s his old pocket watch,” I hollered, as I dove for it, tackling it like a pro football player, before it could get away.

My family, I’ll admit, are a greedy bunch of gold-diggers, always looking for something for nothing, as the saying goes. So, when Gramps passed on, the will reading came as no surprise. We were all to gather out at the old homestead for a treasure hunt to beat all treasure hunts.

Gramps had hidden all his earthly treasures, and we had to find what we could. A time limit of two hours was specified. Any unfound goodies were to be donated to charity. So, we all began looking, inside, outside…everywhere.

But, something strange happened. As the items were found, they would be snatched away by an invisible hand, never to be seen again.

“What the heck, Gramps,” we wondered, but kept looking, grabbing what we could find.

When the two hours were up, we had nothing. I swear we heard Gramps laughing from beyond, as we trudged back to our cars.

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word count = 175

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS