Tag: 50words

The man seems pleasant, until I notice the earwax. I follow him off the train and clean his ear with my knife before I cut his throat. I can’t stand earwax. I go home and change; I’m late for work. Bob tells me off again. Pity his ears are clean.

Rhonda is a psionic half-elf, born to be a misfit. Why she chose to run for president is beyond me. But people like her — there’s always some suspicion, though, with those psionics. I’m in charge of her security, and this time, the anonymous dragon threat we received seems serious.

The five shared a coworking space in the city centre. Many others came and went, dropped in and stopped by, but there was always the five of them. They dated, got married, had children, won the lottery, divorced, hooked up with a millionaire. Lived lives. Then the building was destroyed.

Twibbles fled out of the flat, waddled hastily down the stairs (no rolling down, phew) and waited patiently by the door.

The humans sure were noisy today.

Pee on bushes. Catch some exercise (that belly) and eat rubbish (the best).

Kidnapped. Bite. Escape. 150 miles to home. Much fitter.

John cannot stop writing. He’s only a few days ahead.

The enchanted notebook freed his ideas and gave him a story. But to his horror, he has ended up writing the world.

He dreads reaching the last pages — if time doesn’t catch up with his writing before then.

Five people on the last train to Lausanne. They don’t know each other… yet.

By dawn, I will have brought four of them to kill each other, and dealt with the fifth.

I’ll plead insanity — but trust me, there was nothing insane about this. I just saved the world.

Involuntary laptop exchange at the office. Saved passwords and unhealthy curiosity. Suzy was after some gossip, but ended up with way more than she could handle. She paid it with her life, but not before doing her country a great service and finally finding a meaning to her life.

He was preoccupied. Twenty miles later, he realized that the car he was driving wasn’t his. There was an unconscious girl on the back seat.

They fled through the country, narrowly escaping death more than once. They never found her daughter, but many years later, had one of their own.

“I’m going away for the week-end. When I come back, I want you and your stuff out of here!”

Sobbing and frantic, she started packing up her nearly four years of life with him.

Lived 3 months on Sarah’s couch. Fell madly in love with Josh. Forgot all about Mike.

I took my shoes off and put them carefully beside the bed. My ruby red slippers.

I crawled under the bed and curled up next to the cat. I couldn’t remember when I’d abandoned the top of the bed. It just seemed safer with something above my head.