Challenge Accepted
For Paul and John's 47-Words Short Story Unofficial Challenge
Ben kneeled, ”Dad, remember when you said that, even if I beat you to the finish line, benched more weight, or took your king, I’d never beat your age? I’m 47 now, so I win.”
Burying steel under marble, Ben whispered, “Warned you not to challenge me.”
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Thanks for the challenge!
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
Waiting
It could have been the perfect summer day. The hot July sun warmed the water in the backyard pool just enough to be comfortable and refreshing. The laughter of the five little girls echoed against the splashing water as they chased each other in a classic game of Marco Polo. The game distracted them enough that they failed to notice the dipping sun nearing the horizon. Their fingers and toes had long ago turned wrinkly like raisins, but none wondered why they had been left to play so long today.
By A. J. Schoenfeld6 days ago in Fiction
Magpie: Chapter 3
The elevator ride to the penthouse was a silent, soaring ascent that made Merlina’s stomach drop. It wasn't just the height—though the thought of the hundreds of feet of empty air beneath the glass-floored lift made her palms itch with a cold sweat—it was the transition. She was leaving the grit of the processing centers and the smell of ozone and unwashed bodies for something far more dangerous: the sterile, curated silence of the victors. Leo Vance stood beside her, his reflection caught in the polished chrome doors. He looked like a man who spent a lot of money to look like he didn’t care about money. His hands, soft and unscarred, rested lightly on the handle of his designer briefcase.
By Eris Willow4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
Oh so sad. Goods dad tend to do that.
That dad was too young.
Hahahahahahaha I loved this!
Heavy hitting!
Phew. Being a dad isn't easy!
Dark. I like it.