A children’s story about some dogs who liked to have a birthday party.
— Read on The Dogs
“Why do they write “May contain traces of peanuts or other kind of nuts” on peanut butter jars?”
“Seriously, why are you asking me? I have no clue.”
“I just thought since you’re always telling me you know everything…”
“Ha, ha. I never said I know everything. I just like being in the know.”
“Wells, since you’re in the know dear. Can you find a good place to eat tonight? I’m tired of going to fast food places.”
“It’s because we’ve been kicked out of the nice places. They don’t look very kindly on gunfights during the dinner rush
Thunder rattled outside as Harriet tossed and turned in her sleep. A loud bang jolted her from her sleep. In her hand she still clutched the unopened letter. The last words she would ever read from a long gone love. She glanced at the ceiling. The storm outside mirrored the storm in her heart.
She tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep. She tossed and turned for a few moments and then got up. She made her way downstairs to her kitchen. She set a kettle on the stove for tea.
The envelope lay on the table. Sooner or later she had to open it and read the letter. She picked up the letter and read her name on the front. She picked up a butter knife and slid it across the top of the envelope.
She pulled the letter out and started to read. After a few minutes she sat the letter on the table and sobbed. She picked the letter up, ripped it into pieces and threw it out. She decided right then and there this was going to be the first day of the rest of her life.
“There may or may not be a dead body in our living room.”
He looked at her. “What do you want me to do?”
“I’m not touching a dead body. Beside maybe they’re just sleeping.”
“They’re not sleeping…they’re dead.”
“Wait what’s a dead body doing in our living room anyway?”
She looked at him. “How should I know it was here when I came home from the store.”
“And you’re just mentioning it to me now…why didn’t you call the cops?”
“I wanted your advice on what to do.”
“What to do…call the cops.”
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A short story about a hole in the ground.
— Read on The Hole
A story about a sorceress whose magic lies in her broom.
— Read on https://letterpile.com/creative-writing/dolores-the-spell-sweeper-a-short-story
There I was asleep in my bed while visions of what was to come danced in my head. I dreamed and dreamed of what was to come. Never ending dreams as yet undone.The dreams turned to nightmares night after night. Of strange creatures in the darkness and light.
Till one day I awoke from my dreams. Nothing was as it had once seemed. The streets were quiet and I was alone. Where had all the people gone. The strange occurrence from my mind had come true. Now what on earth was I going to do?
The knight dismounted his steed. He slowly approached the entrance to the cave. Letting out a deep breath he pulled his sword and entered the cave. He peeked around the corner. The dragon appeared to be asleep. He hefted his blade and slowly approached the dragon.
The dragon opened a single eye just enough to watch the approaching knight. In the back of his throat he let out a soft laugh. The knight thought it a snore. The knight crept closer. The dragon cracked open his mouth to let spit out his hot breath. The knight was no more.