Category: Dribble
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Over the Top | Fifty-Word Story
A simple reminder of why we push hard to the top: for the pure, childlike thrill of coasting down.
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Facing the Light | Fifty-Word Story
She sits there most days, in a festive summer dress, wearing a wide-brimmed hat. Some find it odd to see a solitary lady staring at a field. But she doesn’t mind. She watches the sunflowers, as they turn to follow the sun. There’s no hurry, for a long-time cancer survivor. For my brave friend Karla,…
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Paved Around | Fifty-Word Story
The shade feels old under the canopy of the tall oak that stands proudly in the middle of a brick street. I walked up to its massive trunk, running my hands across the burled bark. “I’m glad they never cut you down.” The grand tree didn’t answer, or need to.
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Warm Reception | 50-Word Story
Note: This is the third installment in Tom’s time-travel saga. Read Part One, As Is, and Part Two, User Error. 2026 BC: when the DeLorean exits the space-time continuum, Tom narrowly misses a group of sleeping sheep. Terrified, the Armenian shepherds get the flock out of there. Mister hapless time traveler now has only minutes…
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As Is | 50-Word Story
At breakfast, Tom’s cold coffee tastes days old and his buttered toast is like cardboard. The whole day is equally bland, with the malaise stretching into the night. He’s trapped, repeating the same twenty-four hours, but with no reset. Tom dreads answering the ad: “Time machine for sale. As is.” If you enjoy micro poetry,…
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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,…
