The End?

Goblins Knob 2024

Lock the fancy suitcase with that fancy padlock you bought for a fortune.

The siren of the fire brigade just sounded noon.

Hurry down the street towards the station.

Grab some snacks from the vending machine before boarding.

Catch the bullet train to be there in time for New Year's.

And now... wait and watch the world roll by.

It's not a game. It's not a play. The journey’s end is closer.

They'll all be there. I'll surprise them with the customary SURPRISE!

Then, it'll be over. For everyone. Good night and goodbye. The year, I mean, or... do I?

100 Word Stories

Candle

 

Time Remains

It's Christmas and all that. Jolly, polly, holly, folly and anything rhyming in 'olly. Also Molly and trolley. Who, you may ask? Nevermind. Look at the candle. It's Christmas. Festive little Christmas time, where a generous portion of smiles is added to a generous portion of mockery. The fake phone calls with promises of meetings in the new year "oh, we must!", the fake pledges of friendship for all eternity "best buddies, right!". Look at the candle. It's simple. It burns. No promises. No lies. It just is. A candle. Simple. Why can't people be as simple as a candle?

100 Word Stories

Correlation

 

Wonderland 2.0

The correlation between death and peace is a difficult one. People say, rest in peace. Peace is a given for the departed. But what about those who stay behind. Ah, they have it easy, they are not dead.

The correlation between friendship and stupidity is a difficult one. How are you doing, they ask, a serious look on their faces. What does one reply? Fine, now that I have peace of mind? Or... oh, terrible, I miss them so much?

The correlation between the truth and a lie is not a difficult one. One small step, a word, and voilá.

100 Word Stories

Cool

 

Tierra de Fuego

It's a plane, the kid exclaimed, rushing to the carousel plane. His mother shook her head. I'll be a pilot when I grow up! The mother shook her head. Yesterday, you wanted to be a doctor. The kid stretched his arms, mimicking the wings of a plane swooshing through the sky. Isn't this plane cool? The mother shook her head. He'd be a carpenter, tops. When the kid from back then, already an adult, showed the mother his pilot's license, she shook her head. Crazy, dangerous job. The adult walked away, the kid cried, the mother never saw either again.

100 Word Stories