Christmas Time

When I was a kid, I used to believe in Santa. Now that I have grown up, I don't anymore, but I still want to. Because now I need to make up the stories that back then I took for granted. Otherwise the world becomes too small and narrow, too snowless.  We need Christmas because … Continue reading Christmas Time

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50-Word Stories #136

He ran away on their wedding day. She cried and cursed him, thinking he had forsaken her for another woman. His boss, her father, fired him. His parents disinherited him. A week later, in a forest dark, a young man hanged himself. Soon they received the letters. He had cancer. Related articles 50-Word Stories #132 … Continue reading 50-Word Stories #136

50-Word Stories #134

Millie sketched an assassin and equipped him with a dagger and a hat. After coloring him, she forsook her studio and visited her kitchen, where she ate a Mars bar. Later, she returned to her studio only to find her canvas blank. She was startled. Behind her, the curtain rustled. Related articles 50-Word Stories #132 … Continue reading 50-Word Stories #134