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New ST Story!

Today's Sunday Scribblings has inspired a new Steal Tomorrow post: Creative World. This one is a stand-alone, since it doesn't lend itself to being part of any existing short story series.

55 - A Better Life

It certainly looked like a better deal than the wilderness: air conditioner, hot and cold running water, and even a door to shut out the coyotes and mountain lions! It sounded idyllic, until she realized the price.







Oh deer! Where would she find a job in this economy?











Alas, luxury was not to be hers.

About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!

Easy Liar

You tell your tale with ease, my friend.
It's no wonder they believe.
You say what they want to hear,
captivating all.

Not me.

If you didn't need my faith,
we could take things as they are,
spinning fables together.
A conspiracy of two.

Not so.

You must add me to your list,
and though I love your dark reality
I despise the sugared confection
of your lie.

Not you.

Go and find your easy prey,
the gullible, the charmed.
Somewhere in that wider world
is your next adherent.

Not here.


This is a Sunday Scribblings post.

55 - Unleashed

Too beautiful a day to be confined. Whose silly rule said stay on the sidewalk, stay on the leash, conform? They looked at each other: tall dark-eyed human and golden, brown-eyed dog. "To hell with it," he said. He unclipped the offending item and left it on a nearby bench. Today they would run free.











About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!

Behind the Lie

Driven by need and ego,
you filled our heads with fables,
tall tales, hero-stories.

Do not look behind the curtain.
Don't ask what's behind the mask.

When we turned away,
you thought we caught you out
and were disgusted.

Hide behind your painted screen.
Project shadows on the wall.

In truth we saw you all along
and understood the danger.
Now settled away from sifting sands,
we can keep on
loving you.


This is a Sunday Scribblings post.

For Vince Fans...

It's been awhile since we've had a new story about Vince, so here's one for Sunday Scribblings: Revolutions Begin at Home

55 - A World Without Art

The artist searched high and low for meaning. He plumbed the depths of his soul, expressing his angst in curses no one heard and paintings no one wanted. Crying out to his creator, he asked if his life had no great purpose. Then he turned a corner and realized...











About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!

Summer's End

And now it is September,
a serious season, school time.
No more time for banter.
I put away summer things,
though the heat burns more than ever.

Days wane and night comes soon.
I must leave sand castles behind.
No need to shore up shifting sands;
the waves will take what they need,
leaving no sign we were ever here.

There will be other seasons.

Leaves that once gave shade
wither and drop at my feet.
Bare branches offer no protection.
Winds that cooled now chill,
and I dutifully seek shelter.

Tonight I will huddle by the fire
while flames consume summer dreams.
My skin will sear,
soul turn to ash.
Autumn's purge will be complete.


This is a Three Word Wednesday post.