Category: 50 Word Fiction
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SHE SECRETLY HOPED
She secretly hoped they wouldn’t find them. Why else would she have hidden them so deliberately? She put on a brave front, pretending to enjoy the hunt. It’ll be fine, they told her. Everyone else was doing it. The stash of pills was duly discovered. Her addictive personality was defenceless. Written as part of #MicroMondays,…
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THE DYING LIGHT
My life gathered round. Eve, the passionate glowing flames, lightening the dark. Martha and Olivia, flickering young embers floating playfully. Mother and father, wisps of smoke dissipating. The campfire warmth fades. A life that burned brightly ends. The cold shadow of night envelops. Farewell, sweet Earth. I drift away. Written for the Scottish Book Trust’s monthly 50-word Fiction…
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ROLL OF THE DICE
Odd number and it was chocolate bar, even number and it was an apple. Johnny rolled the dice. It stopped on five. Yes!, he thought. It tipped over onto two. Johnny nudged it back onto five. Leaving things to chance was all very well, but self-determination definitely had it’s benefits. Written for the Scottish Book…
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ONE LAST CHRISTMAS
She wandered through empty rooms, smiling sadly at the lifetime of memories swirling around. The house was too big for her alone. Next year it would be sold. The decorations lit up the living room. Tomorrow would be filled with laughter and joy. One last family gathering in their home. Written for the Scottish Book Trust’s…
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KARMA
Locked in the attic again, Anna incanted the spell from the book once more. Nothing happened. She threw the heavy tome out the window in frustration. Her stepfather was in the garden. The police ruled accidental death. They never found the object that had caused the blow to his head. Written for the Scottish Book…
Iain Kelly 