Thrid Collection of Very Short Stories

Here is the third collection of very short stories... a couple of these need to be expanded.

"What if we are on the last line of God's #haiku?" she asked. Her mother put down her pen. She had been writing her weekly letter to her own parents. The quarantine was now into the third month. She looked at her daughter, green eyes hoping. "It was a beautiful poem." #vss365

 

He #organized the love letters into shoeboxes. Each card placed in the envelope with the crease at the top. Placed in the box by date. Funny, there were no letters since 2016. He placed the shoeboxes into a packing box with the divorce papers. He had enough for postage. #vss365

 

The #Armada Township in Nebraska was busy that day. The Miller Community Center was packed. The parking lot filled with mostly trucks, but a few tractors. The President was on the radio. Only the soft cooing of a child was heard when the world went back to war. #vss365

 

"Dad, can you dance?" "I can do the #Robot." "What is that?" "Play some music... and watch this!" After a minute he sees that the room is empty, but can hear the laughter from the other room. He continues anyway, awash in memory. #vss365

 

"May I have a #word with you?" The little boy hung his head walking to the corner of the playground with his teacher. What had he done this time? He felt like everyone wanted a word with him. He resisted the urge to run. "That was an awesome throw!" He smiled for once. #vss365

 

The lights. The stage. The microphone. The paper filled with words not #spoken. Her hands trembling. Her pain and beauty screaming to be heard. The audience waiting to be knocked over with her voice. She coughs and opens her soul for the world to hear. #vss365

 

He couldn’t get a #spark from the lighter. Panic set in. He felt around him for some stones, something. It was day 88 of the darkness. He tried to slow his mind. There was a rumble building behind him. He couldn’t tell if it was them or just the world falling apart. #vss365

Second Collection of Very Short Stories

Here is another collection of very short stories. Let me know which one was your favorite.

“Only #seventeen coins!” Alhea screamed. She resisted the urge to shatter the trunk with her sword. She turned around twice in rage. “2,000 miles! I killed four ogres! And that stupid wizard’s spell took 3 of my fingers! For 17 coins!” She shattered the trunk. #vss365

 

I crept into the kitchen, tip-toeing, holding my breath. The Lucky Charms were on the third shelf. I could just reach the box. The cereal was a #tribute for the burnt boy under my bed. He kept the monsters at bay in my closet. #vss365

 

He stood at the edge of the bridge, questions running through his head, through his heart. He watched a #seagull glide between the sky and ocean. The pain was cracking his chest. Fly? Step down? Was there a life after this? The death certificate fell from his hand. #vss365

 

The #whitecaps over took her again. She giggled. With a rush of arms and legs, the toys fell from the edge. She couldn't believe the power she had to make the bubbles populate in front of her. She laughed out loud. Dad, sighed, grabbed a towel for the floor and smiled. #vss365

 

She stood at the sink. The house had been silent for months. He wondered how to #bridge this emotion. How do they love now that it was just them? Could he take her back to long gazes over coffee & passionate kisses goodnight? He moved toward her, placing his hand in hers. #vss365

 

2047 They say truth is stranger than fiction, Desire was still trying to wrap her life around the #purge. She was alone in the staff room of a school in WY. Once Texas seceded, everything fell apart in just a few months. She checked her backpack. Time to move. #vss365

 

The wolf had a #deathly look in its eyes. Jerrod stood frozen with a trash bag in his right hand. Silently, the pack emerged from the morning mist. His lungs kicked back on, air rushing in. The wolves stepped forward. "Hurry up with the trash, hun" his wife shouted. #vss365

 

He was at #peace. He knew the gun would fire. Nothing else mattered at the moment besides what happened after the shot. How his body would react, how his mind would be affected. He would work on that one last breath. There was no room for mistakes during this race. #vss365