50 Word Stories

Father of the Bride

Father of the Bride

Ted was tired of waiting. He is a man of little patience.
All her life he waited, while she did her hair, looked for her other shoe, changed her dress – again.
“Oh, Dad,” she’d scold.
Now he waits to walk her down the aisle. He’s willing to wait forever.


Story of the week – Mar 12- 16 at fiftywordstories


100 word story · Friday Fictioneers

The Last Expedition of Mavis Richter



Photo Prompt ©️ Ted Strutz

The Last Expedition of Mavis Richter

Day 1: Equipment arrived safely. Spent the day assembling telescope and yurt. Should have requested extra blankets. Nights are below zero now.

Day 2: New telescope is powerful – felt like I was floating among the stars last night. No unusual activity noted. Should have requested back-up generator. Old one is on the fritz.

Day 3: Strange lights in the sky after midnight. Generator died. Should have requested kindling. Tried to build a fire. Not much here will burn.

Day 4: Lights were back. Seemed to be a dozen. Should have requested rescue flare gun.

Day 5 : Help ……..


Written for Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers

100 word story · Friday Fictioneers

The Consequences of Friendship


Photo prompt ©️ Sandra Crook

The Consequences of Friendship


“Come to the country with me,” Connie said. “We’ll have fun.”
“Sure, I can use some fun.”
I slather sun screen on my face, arms, and legs before going out to the expansive lawn. The view is stunning, reflecting pools, exotic flowers whichever direction I gaze. I sigh, move on.
There is not much time for wool-gathering. The schedule here is very rigid, busy from breakfast until twilight.
As I climb up on the tractor/ mower I wave to my friend, weeding the flower beds.
I cup my hands around my mouth and shout, “I’m not having fun, you know!”



50 Word Stories · Children’s Story

Waiting for a Monarch

It’s time for the #50 Precious Words challenge at Vivian  Kirkfield’s blog

Here’s my entry

Waiting for a Monarch


Martha is tired of waiting.
“Be patient,” her mother says.
She was patient while she watched the caterpillar grow, crawl under a big leaf, magically form a chrysalis.
Martha is tired of waiting.
This morning she peeks under the leaf. No more waiting!
A beautiful butterfly is waiting for her

Candace Kubinec

100 word story · Friday Fictioneers

Working Out

The prompt and my story for Friday Fictioneers


Photo prompt ©️ J. Hardy Carroll


Working Out

“Margaret, did you go to the gym today?”
Margaret rolls her eyes, crosses her fingers, and lies. “Yep!” She quickly ends the phone call before Ted asks any more questions.
Her trainer never gives her a break. He has developed an exercise plan guaranteed to help her shed the twenty-five extra pounds she put on during the holidays.
It’s only a tiny lie. Margaret did drop in at the boxing gym in the old section of town, not the gym where she usually works out. She did go inside. She didn’t work out. The gym is now a donut shop.



100 word story · Friday Fictioneers

The Things We Lose


©️Dale Rogerson

Here is my story based on the photo prompt for Rochelle’sFriday Fictioneers


The Things We Lose


Clare sits in her car, heater at full blast. She knows she should keep driving but the lights of the house, her home, have her mesmerized.

It’s been five years since she left to ‘find herself’. Five years of odd jobs, cheap motels, traveling. Her parents tried to keep in touch but Clare knew if she talked them she would run home. She sent them a postcard from each new town, just so they knew she remembered.

Clare looks longingly at her past. The deep snow makes it look like nothing has changed, the SOLD sign buried beneath a drift.


Children’s Story

I Love You More Than Grubs and Flies

This is my entry for the Valentiny contest over at Susanna Hill’s blog. 

There is always hope for friendship.

I Love You More Than Grubs and Flies
(192 words)


Toad and Frog are not friends. They do not play together and they never exchange Valentines.
Toad lives in the garden. Frog lives in the pond.

“You’re all slimy,” Toad yells to Frog.

“Well you’re covered with bumps,” Frog shouts back.

“You have fly breath,” croaks Toad.

“At least I don’t eat grubs,” Frog croaks, even louder.

All night long, back and forth, Frog and Toad croak insults at each other.
Finally, Grandpa Bullfrog could stand no more. With a mighty “RIBBIT” he silences the two youngsters.

“Enough! Maybe you two should think about all the ways you are alike.”

“Well, I was born right here in this pond,” croaks Frog.

“Hey, I was too,” Toad croaks back.

“I like to eat mosquitos,” ribbits Toad.

“Yum, mosquitos are my favorite,” Frog replies.

All night long, back and forth, Frog and Toad croak about the things they both like.
Grandpa Bull Frogs closes his eyes and smiles.

This year, Frog and Toad each make a special Valentine for the other.

To my friend Frog: I love you even more than eating grubs. ❤️

To my friend Toad: I love you even more than catching flies. ❤️

Toad and Frog are friends.