 Boomer’s time was waning. He’d been a faithful companion; I prayed for a peaceful end. Blustery wind lifted him from my arms, twirling upward until he was a speck in the sky. I see him in clouds—bulgy eyes, pencil legs on a hot dog body—running. A wiry dog-cloud chasing squirrel-clouds. Lisa H. Owens Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-word Flash Fiction Friday October 29, 2021
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 You have three seconds to get your buzzing, eusocial, exoskeletons outta here. Hear me, Vespula? Fly home, grab your larvae, and get the hell outta Dodge. My finger's on the trigger. You're gonna get foamed. Wait...stop…Guys? Just joking! By the way—love the jackets. Yellow's the new black! OUCH, CRAP... Lisa H. Owens Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-Word Flash Fiction Friday October 22, 2021  My computer randomly shutdown. Clicks of my mouse were met with beep-beep-beep. I stared at a dark screen, noticing one perfect handprint—fingerprints reaching outward. I placed my fingertips over fingertips feeling a ripple and shift as a hand yanked me into the matrix. Look closely and take my hand. Lisa H. Owens Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-word Flash Fiction Friday October 15, 2021  Yoo-Hoo! Heeeelllloooo! I’m back, bro. Glad to see me? Well, that just hurts my feelings. No cards? No visits? You really should be ashamed. I’m a standup kinda guy. I served your time. Stayed clean. Bided my time. Lifted weights. I’m here. Ready to pound fifteen years outta ya. Why are you running? By Lisa H. Owens Inspired by an October, 2021 Press 53-Word Theme Prompt : October brings to mind long drives, harvest time, full moons, changing colors, falling leaves, Halloween, and beer. Did you know that at the end of Oktoberfest in Munich, everyone holds hands and sings John Denver’s “County Roads”? It could be true. Maybe that was a one-off? One thing is certain: October is here. Write a 53-word story about arriving.  I have a pain in my left side. My mattress is lumpy, I think. I toss and turn, trying to find a spot on the mattress without a lump. The lump is everywhere. Come to find out, it’s not the mattress at all. Just a pain in my left side. Lisa H. Owens Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-Word Flash Fiction Friday October 8, 2021  Entranced, I watched a slug-like blob inch toward the patio...and me. Corpusculum (definition: a puny body) came to mind. I lit a cigarette, inhaled, then formed a circle with my lips, huffing the word “cor-pus-cle'' in three perfect smoke rings. They hovered in the morning stillness, widening. Eventually dissipating. By Lisa H. Owens Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-word Flash Fiction Friday October 2, 2021 [50-Word excerpt from the short story "Corpuscle Games."] |