81 Words Flash Fiction Writing Challenge – Stories Page 5

Story 401:

CURSE YOU GLADYS

by Matthew Galic

Of all the times to upstage me, Gladys, this was the worst. I told you weeks ago that I was making pancakes for the picnic. WEEKS AGO. And yet what do you do? You saunter, all smug-like, up to our table, placing the most beautiful looking blueberry pancakes right in front of us.

This was supposed to be my time to shine.

And no, it doesn't matter that I forgot to bring my pancakes. After all, you're still in the wrong.

Story 405:

KRISTOFF WAS LOST

by Oscar Kenway

Kristoff was lost.

He was also alone.

So Kristoff was lost and alone which, as you could imagine, made him quite scared.

So Kristoff was lost, alone, scared and couldn't even remember how he ended up in this mess in the first place.

So Kristoff was lost, alone, scared, forgetful and was getting rather overwhelmed by everything, so he was becoming rather sleepy.

So Kristoff was lost, alone, scared, forgetful and quite sleepy.

So he decided to sleep.

And he did.

Story 416:

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

by Fiona Campbell

Summer evening, when the light lingers and the sun sets late. Hues of lemon, gold and flaming orange paint the sky, as the silhouette of the moon rises. Creeping into bedrooms, planting kisses on foreheads and watching chests rise and fall. A heart full of unconditional love. Pondering on how amazing they are. From new-born blank canvases to troublesome tweens and teens. Forming opinions, making choices and following dreams. Sun sets on a summer's day. One step closer to the future.

Story 420:

MASQUERADE SOCIETY

by Skylar Kim

Everyone is born with a mask that grows with them.

Yours doesn't fit.

The mask bruises your face, but you don't dare take it off.

One day, rushing late for work, you crash into someone and your mask falls off.

You freeze. Terrified. Exposed.

Cringing, you wait for the inevitable disgust, every second an agony.

Instead, she wordlessly hands you your mask back, along with a note.

When you arrive home, you open it.

You are not alone. From a 'he'.

Story 468:

MY DARLING

by Kitty Litteur

She came home again. It didn't last. It never does. But for a weighted tear-drop of time, I am permitted to play my part and relish my script in earnest.

I run a deep bath. I run to the corner store for overpriced razors and her favourite sweet things. I brew sugary tea and take my offerings to her.

She thanks me in silence from behind blank eyes. She eats. She sleeps. She steals. She goes. But briefly, I am Mum.

Story 500:

UNSINKABLE

by Abby Shue

The Titanic was a fine ship, a cruiser, thought unsinkable. Two passengers – a newlywed couple on their honeymoon – squinted, watching from the deck, and tried to warn the captain.

Then – CRASH. Water everywhere, filling the cabins, sweeping away the frantic passengers as the captain steered and the people screamed.

Titanic versus iceberg, who will win? Man against nature, what will happen? Will we survive? That must have been what they were wondering on the ship's deck on that fateful, deadly day.