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Featured Stories and Narratives
Read My Online 2025 Online Publications Here:
The Day the New Manager Arrived - Globe Soup January Micro-Fiction: Theme Hotel
Brother Jeremiah's Liar-Liar Elixir - 101 Words February 17, 2025
The Day the New Manager Arrived - Globe Soup January Micro-Fiction: Theme Hotel
Brother Jeremiah's Liar-Liar Elixir - 101 Words February 17, 2025
Read My Online 2024 Online Publications Here:
Surveillance Games - Third-place in December Globe Soup Micro-fiction Contest
An Enticing Souvenir - Winner of Tortive Lit's 2024 Winter Wonderland Theme Contest
Thank You for Choosing BOSS Journeys - Christmas at Spillwords
The Zombies' Halloween - Spillwords' Halloween 2024 Series
Interview Q&A with Lisa H. Owens - Spillwords June 2024 Author of the Month
Speed-Date Night at the Senior Center - 101 Words
The Rescue Pup - 101 Words
A Coversation Regarding the Effects of 'Shrooms - 101 Words
The Last Storyteller - Featured on Spillwords
The Case of the Missing Brougham - Featured on Spillwords
The Nightly Ritual - 101 Words
Literal Potions - Black Hare Press Patreon
Surveillance Games - Third-place in December Globe Soup Micro-fiction Contest
An Enticing Souvenir - Winner of Tortive Lit's 2024 Winter Wonderland Theme Contest
Thank You for Choosing BOSS Journeys - Christmas at Spillwords
The Zombies' Halloween - Spillwords' Halloween 2024 Series
Interview Q&A with Lisa H. Owens - Spillwords June 2024 Author of the Month
Speed-Date Night at the Senior Center - 101 Words
The Rescue Pup - 101 Words
A Coversation Regarding the Effects of 'Shrooms - 101 Words
The Last Storyteller - Featured on Spillwords
The Case of the Missing Brougham - Featured on Spillwords
The Nightly Ritual - 101 Words
Literal Potions - Black Hare Press Patreon
A Variety of 100-Word Photo Prompts
When the Monster in the Closet isn't the Only Monster [March, 2025 100-Words]
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A monster lived in Austin’s closet. Though he'd only caught nightly glimpses—a bloated thigh, a withered arm or bulbous head, as it slithered back-and-forth from closet to beneath the bed—Austin knew this creature was one scary mother-trucker.
Beginning at the footboard of his bed, he strategically taped a series of magic-marker-drawn arrows leading to the room at the end of the hallway, then to his stepdad’s side of the shared bed. He'd seen all the bits and pieces of Mama’s most recent meal-ticket, Reginald-the-perv, and it was time to pit monster against monster. He awoke to Reggie screaming. ~ By Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100 Word Story - March 2025 Photo Prompt |
[photo courtesy of www.100wordstory.org]
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An Attempted Murder Becomes Something Else [February, 2025 100-Words]
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Before the Maui Bike Down a Volcano Tour began, we’d been cautioned about the switchback curve beyond the picnic area. We stopped for lunch and our guide pointed downhill to the memorial, five stones stacked between road and mountain-side plummet, a rock for each tourist who’d careened into oblivion.
We braked as the asphalt abruptly switched directions, and those who’d already navigated the turn came face-to-face with those still on the uphill side. Upon passing, I realized the wire cutters in my backpack hadn’t been necessary, smiling as my evil step-mother one-handedly steered while swigging Smirnoff Pineapple from a flask. ~ By Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100 Word Story - February 2025 Photo Prompt |
[photo courtesy of www.100wordstory.org]
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Last One to Leave... Turn Out the Lights [January, 2025 - 100-Words]
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Boomer children were cautioned against sharing drinks and kisses, for there were discusting monsters with sharp claws living inside our mouths. Nevertheless, we spent lazy summer days sharing colas, playing spin-the-bottle, kissing yucky boys and girls. And we-the-Boomers were resilient, our immunity boosted by carelessness and bravado.
Decades later, masks and saran-covered baby kisses and isolating indoors while working remotely proceded low birth rates and human fertility waned. In an attempt to give humans time to reconnect, AI took over our jobs, but it was too little too late and the last one standing forgot to turn out the lights. ~ By Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100 Word Story - January 2025 Photo Prompt |
[photo courtesy of www.100wordstory.org]
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Pink is the Color of Death [August, 2024 - 100-Words]Through my bedroom window, I watched a mighty fist zip across the pink stratosphere, static electrifying my hair as it punched its way into my room through a faulty wall-outlet.
Buried in bed beneath piles of quilts sewn by my own hand when I was but a child, their combined heft pinning my arms, I watched the hand clench to cast the quilts aside, and I was afraid. Cool fingers unfurled. Smoothed my hair, then softened to lift my frail body. The room became the sky and I devoured the pinkness, my pain gone as I drew my final breath. ~ By Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100 Word Story - August 2024 Photo Prompt |
[photo courtesy of www.100wordstory.org]
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On the Spectrum [July, 2024 - 100-Words]
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The sweaty young man curled into himself in the corner chair. He was always there, in that same metal chair. The one closest to the red telephone hanging on the gray wall with the cracked plaster.
His clothes were dirty, carrying the ripe scent of unwashed flesh, and a mountainous man folding mounds of cloth diapers, mumbled, “Someone oughta report him to management.” “Yup,” I shrugged, a mock sneer of contempt tugging at my lips. My brother looked up, hurt apparent on his face, but then a flustered woman asked him for change and he shuffled to the back office. ~ By Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100 Word Story - July 2024 Photo Prompt |
[photo courtesy of www.100wordstory.org]
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The Harshness of Earthlings [June, 2024 - 100-Words]
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Martin the Martian bleep-blop-blooped across Central Park. His pulsing orb scanned the tent-city this once crime-ridden park space had become. The tents were a picture of organization, in alignment with adjacent tents to form a perfect grid, unlike the chaos of the luxury highrises surrounding the parklands.
His auditory orbs tweeted in glee at the sound of a zipper being unzipped to release a fair-haired maiden from within the confines of her tent. His tentacles released, wrapping the human in a soft hug and his voice modulator activated. “GREETINGS, EARTHLING.” Her snaggle-tooth wiggled with each throaty syllable, “Buzz-off, mother trucker.” ~ By Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100 Word Story - June 2024 Photo Prompt |
[photo courtesy of www.100wordstory.org]
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City of Webs [May, 2024 - 100-Words]
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The villain ripped the laden grocery sack from an elderly woman's gnarled hands before punching her in the face. The hero watched, from his lofty perch, a spire adorning St. Patrick's Cathedral in Midtown Manhattan. His anger peaked as he surveyed the wretched fiend's course of destruction. Sidewalks were littered with bloodied grannies and kicked dogs.
He sneezed, his spidey senses tingling. It'd been a long night—him single-handedly taking out the villains—and he sighed, flexing his hands. Silken threads streamed from both wrists and he swung into action, avoiding the criss-cross of used webs littering his anguished city. ~ By Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100 Word Story - May 2024 Photo Prompt |
[photo courtesy of www.100wordstory.org]
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God's Right-Hand Man [April, 2024 - 100-Words]
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The sky had taken on an ethereal, other-worldly glow. It reminded Brother Zachariah that Christ’s second-coming was drawing nigh and how God implanted a chip into his prefrontal cortex to keep him apprised of His holy plan.
“Waiteth, thou must, for the cloudy moon,” His booming voice overrode Zachariah’s thoughts. He knew it was God by the usage of Biblical words like thou and waiteth. So they waiteth in the bunker, he and his flock, naked as the day they’d been born. Some of the women had grown quite fond of him and he was able to loosen their restraints. ~ By Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100 Word Story - April 2024 Photo Prompt |
[photo courtesy of www.100wordstory.org]
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The Usual Brand of Entertainment [February, 2024 - 100-Words]
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The show was over, curtains drawn. Nothing to see here, folks. Just a typical evening in Hell. Malicious words flying like shrapnel, doggos’ toenails scrambling to find purchase on the linoleum floor as they scattered out of harm’s way.
The children fed-and-read to sleep well before the arrival of the hungry beast. Well before the opening music swelled a foreshadowing of the night’s entertainment. The beast sits mute, shoveling meat and potatoes into his gaping maw, cruel eyes watchful. The beast’s wind-up toy hovers dutifully. Anticipating his needs, praying this evening’s show will be, “Sated Man Sleeps on the Sofa.” ~ By Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100 Word Story - February 2024 Photo Prompt |
[photo courtesy of www.100wordstory.org]
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Choosing Icicle Kisses [January, 2024 - 100-Words]
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The snow killed me.
It wasn't your words, soft and menacing like an eiderdown pillow laced with quills; nor your barbs, like an ice-pick, filling me with holes. It wasn't the veil of shame, cast over my face like a shroud, nor the precipice upon which I teetered, my toes dangling over certain destruction. It wasn't the thunder of my heart when you ran me in circles, nor the breathlessness of your glowering disappointment. It wasn't the hunger of being starved for affection. It was merely snow - my choice. Frosty eyelashes and icicle kisses, warmer than yours ever were. ~ By Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100 Word Story - January 2024 Photo Prompt |
[photo courtesy of www.100wordstory.org]
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*Notes on G. Ramsay's Progress [December, 2023 - 100-Words]
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Gordon was late to class again, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, his organizational skills - and frankly, common-sense - were lacking. His station was utter chaos and he confused the salt with the sugar. I blustered, as would any instructor of merit, and though I wouldn’t tell the lad, he may be on to something. Who could have predicted how delightful sea salt and caramel would taste when blended together? (lesser quantities are warranted, as a cup of salt in anything would choke an elephant)
On a positive note, he’s the master of concocting a hot-cuppa. *address young Ramsay’s potty-mouth ~ By Lisa H. Owens Just 100 Words 100 Word Story - December 2023 Photo Prompt |
[photo courtesy of www.100wordstory.org]
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Audio / Video Narratives
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Scare You to Sleep: Tucked in a Gucci Bag Chuck: a tale of horror [read an excerpt here] Narrator: Shelby Scott Location at 22:37 on audio track |
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Inspiration Card
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The Holly Berry Ritual [read the story here] by Lisa H. Owens Winner of the Weird Christmas 2023 Weird Card Category (location at 45:45 on the audio track) |
Christmas in Four Parts [horror]
The Poets Lounge
Production, Narration and Music by: Alan Johnson
Written by: Lisa H. Owens
First publication: "Journeys: the Writers' Journey Blog Anthology"
Read this story along with two others by author Lisa H. Owens in "Journeys"
The Haunting of a Cracked Window [paranormal]
Happy Halloween!
Day-Six of Creepy Pod Podcast's 31 Days of Horror, 2022
(The Haunting of a Cracked Window begins at 18:40)
Published in Unwelcomed: Stories of Hauntings and Possessions
Day-Six of Creepy Pod Podcast's 31 Days of Horror, 2022
(The Haunting of a Cracked Window begins at 18:40)
Published in Unwelcomed: Stories of Hauntings and Possessions
Till Death Do Us Part
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Her Chair
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A Lover's Kiss
The Poets Lounge
Production, Narration and Music by: Alan Johnson
Written by: Lisa H. Owens
Published on Spillwords
The Eyes Have It
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The Gatekeeper
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photos by lisa
"Big Tex" [State Fair-1988]
Rescue, Fred [Chihuahua/Schnauzer mix - 12 years old-2025]
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Rescue, Lucky [English Pointer - RIP] and Al & Autumn
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Rescue, Buddy [Terrier mix - 17 years old-2025]
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Neo [Boxer Mix - RIP] & Rescue, Dingo [Shepherd mix - RIP]
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Rescue, Cleo [Basset Hound - RIP]
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Rescue, Henry [Labrador mix - RIP]
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It's not that we are bad pet owners; it's just that we've had many dogs over the years that led post-rescue lives, long lives, filled with kindness. RIP to those we lost.
Until we meet again someday.
Until we meet again someday.