THE DAILY FIFTY
MINISAGA: a short piece of writing containing exactly 50 words, plus a title of up to 15 words; encapsulates all the essential elements of a story in exactly 50 words.
Monday, June 21, 2010
The Temple Queen
Sunem, the Temple Queen, had reigned for the past 192 moons. A wave of unrest traveled through some circles of Priestesses--assassination was planned. On the eve of the Rights of Passage, Mount Santurah spewed darkness over the lands. The Goddess would not allow the crown placed into greedy hands.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Honey Catches More Flies Than Vinegar, But It Can Also Kill You
Mr. Frog slathered honey upon stone in order to catch flies. The flies came but so did Mr. Bear, who with one swipe of his massive paw, ended Frog's hoppy life. Bear greedily shoved the stone into his salvating mouth where it clogged his airway and he choked to death.
Monday, March 1, 2010
When I was shot, fear seized me at first. No surprise that. But once I realized I wasn’t going to die – despite the thermonuclear pain and widening puddle of weirdly warm blood – my mind recalibrated. And one thought, comforting yet disturbing, leapt into my head: I need to Tweet this.
By: Daniel H. Pink
By: Daniel H. Pink
Sunday, February 28, 2010
A Parting, A Meeting
Jeremy left only dust in his wake; particles of conversations, essences of sensations, flashes of colorful tastes. I was left with a strange disconnection to my own past. He was my phantom limb, my unrealized dream. Your crystal gaze reenergized me and I've forgotten to scratch that strange old itch.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
She Was Out of His League
Each day, Brian watched Sue sway past his cubical. Her delicate hands gripped the porcelain curves of her coffee mug; a crescent of magenta lipstick hugged the rim. Each night, she arched her back in the moonlit threads until his alarm clock sang. The arms on the clock stopped moving.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Telling Tales
"The sword was just out of reach," said Sir Alexander. "I tumbled toward it, fire coursed over my lunging, armored frame. The blazing metal singed skin."
"Did you slay the dragon?" the wide eyed stranger asked through a beer foam mustache.
"Yes, but the bastard took my arm with him."
"Did you slay the dragon?" the wide eyed stranger asked through a beer foam mustache.
"Yes, but the bastard took my arm with him."
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