Millie auctioned off her youthful diaries. 'They are silly things which concern me no more. I've grown up.' A week later, the buyer, a millionaire with a hat, sent her the payment, $568,000. Millie purchased drawing paper, pencils, Mars bars, and a blank diary. Millie began writing a new diary. * (Millie happens to be … Continue reading 50-Word Tales #131 (Concerning Millie)
Her dream was to become an actress, so she quit school and moved to Hollywood. For years she could not get a role. Then she met the right man. A director. 'I'll make you a star,' he said, 'If you sleep with me.' 'No.' She became a potato chip inspector. * (PS: The job of … Continue reading 50-Word Tales #130
Grandmother was on her deathbed. ‘My last wish,’ she whispered, ‘is that you bury me next to my son.’ She moaned, she cried, she writhed. Then came the death rattle. She died. ‘I'll call the undertaker right away,’ I said. ‘No,’ grandfather snapped. ‘We’ll cremate her. It’s cheaper that way.’ Related articles 50-Word Stories #124 … Continue reading 50-Word Tales #129
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