Tag: Slice of Life
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Cedar Surprise | One-Hundred-Word Story
From inside the house I heard it, a high-pitched whistle, “Tssee.” It was soft, almost electrical, and coming from the western redcedar out front. I looked out the window and saw the tall tree filled with birds. But what kind? Walking out slowly under the needle-covered canopy, I looked up. It was dozens of Cedar…
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Real to Me | Two-Hundred-Word Story
You hear a bit of everything at a barbershop; even religion and politics are fair game. While a brown-skinned man waits for his turn in the chair, he buys a Coke from the vintage soda machine. The owner, Scottie still sells them in glass bottles for fifty cents. Juan immigrated from Mexico with his family…
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Building Around the Clumps | 50-Word Story
When I was a little kid, I loved to play in the sandbox. Unfortunately, our cats used it too. And they weren’t making sandcastles. Some families are like that: they’re fragile to begin with and occasionally the sand gets squishy. You go on building, but watch out for the clumps. If you enjoy micro poetry,…
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In the Time We Have | One-Hundred-Word Story
“I don’t wanna wait til tomorrow,” he texted back with a shaky index finger. The middle-aged dad’s face scrunched up as deep furrows formed on his sweaty brow. Tim put the phone down on his hospital bed. He’d asked his adult son to call, but the young man messaged back, “I’ll talk with you tomorrow,…
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A Broken Porcelain Heart | Fifty-Word Story
It was lying there all by itself, next to the curb after a fierce summer rainstorm. How did it manage to wash downstream, separate from the other bathroom accessories? The world may never know. This much is certain: there’s a lonesome toilet out there somewhere with a broken porcelain heart. If you enjoy micro poetry,…
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No Coffee Required | One-Hundred-Word Story
It’s early June, just after daylight on a smooth as glass lake in upstate New York. Stepping out on the porch of my rental cabin, I hear a commotion down at the pier. “Ahhhh!” a man’s voice bounces off the crystal-clear water. I stand up to see him climbing out of the sixty-degree lake. He…
