50 Word Stories: OURS Not

We convened beneath the iron bridge that ran over Woolworth Street. Despite the incessant hammering of trains on track, we listened. “It’s our street! Our patch! Our land!”  John belted them out like Moses just lower.  “Is it OUR Earth, too?” Jenna countered. A Queen was born. A jerk defeated.

Illuminating

“Come stand beneath the candelabra,” she commanded. My grandmother, old battle-axe, had never liked me. The feeling was mutual. As the oldest male heir I had inherited our family’s wealth. She had hated me for it, but I still attempted to be respectful. Blind as a bat and equally nocturnal, she eyed me as I […]

Salamanders

 In salamander eyes Globulous, unblinking, I see all that is wrong in the world: Greed, the lust for more, Whatever that more may be, Unscrupulous want, Salamanders do not care, Anything to further their ambitions to consume more air. They shall never be satisfied, of course, It is not in their natures to be content, To accept their place between worlds, Until it is too late And […]