After seeing his sweetheart Jo kiss another boy, Martin ran to his chamber and wept himself to sleep. He dreamed he was a mean little spider that crawled in the night into Jo’s bed, and bit her big toe.
Next morning, when Jo awoke, she found her big toe swollen.
This week I’m republishing some of my favorite 50-word stories.
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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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10 thoughts on “A 50-Word Story a Day Keeps the Boredom Away #4”
oooh, i smell a great story here.
I know that picture is a painting, but God, it’s still freaking me out! So creepy.
Really? It’s just a mean little spider.
Yeah, really. I’m that wimpy. 🙂
I don’t like spiders, but this painting is awesome!
I am a huge fan. Keep up the great work.
sometimes i dream the toe was mine and you were the spider.
He has eight arms to hold her with.
No! I have a better comment –
“for some unaccountable reason, despite her sore toe, Jo felt her attraction to Martin grow irresistibly. The next night, she dreamed she was a spider who crawled into Martin’s bed and made love with him. The next morning, Martin was nowhere to be found and Jo didn’t feel like breakfast”