50 Word Stories – The Clams

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50 Word Stories – The Clams

Everyone had an opinion without knowing what they gave an opinion on. A cacophony of the uneducated, those with the loudest voices fought to be heard above others of their kind, the quieter majority engulfed. I thought them clam-like, mouths opening and closing under the sea, though clams seemed smarter.

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50 Word Stories – The Dilemma

The Dilemma

We found there to be an unlimited amount of time and consideration put into their dilemma. The tribespeople talked amongst themselves in whatever language it was, shook their spears and shared some strange, green smoke emitting pipe. After two or three hours, they came to a decision: They ate us.

By Morning’s Light

“Mornings are great for delaying afternoons.”

“What?”

“It’s just something my da used to say.”

“Sounds like a wise man… not!”

“Wiser than you might think. He was a miner, my da. There were no mornings or afternoons down the pit. That’s why he said what he said. Mornings grow lighter, whilst afternoons only ever grow dark. Him and his mates never knew if they’d see the morning’s light again. The same each and every day. Makes you think.”

“Geez! And here’s you making candles for a living.”

“For da. Out of respect for him and his mates.”

“Why?”

“So those who fear the dark will always have a bit of morning with them.”

“Sometimes you’re deeper than I give you credit for.”

“Never as deep as them, John. Never as deep as them.”

50 Word Stories – Another Day Won

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50 Word Stories – Another Day Won

The sun broke over a winter’s morning like crashing waves a cold, dark shore. It was more than a change of perspective, more than light versus night, rather, a reversal of fortunes, a gauntlet run and won. All it took was everything, and everything’s what it gave. Another day won.

Bliss


Rivulets of colder climes run down the glass to tickle my fingers. I watch on twisting my arm this way and that as the sunset catches the glass with final bursts of summer. A sip, then I lick my lips. I see nothing beyond the colours running down my throat, taste nothing but memories. This is bliss. Right now. This is bliss.