After much persuasion, Maruthi finally managed to get me to agree to be on the 55Fiction team…
Now I can post my utterly defeating stories whenever I want… I love writing these little stories, so now I’m actually a full contributor you’ll be hearing more from me in the future.
Oh yeah… My name’s Jonic
She’s not the type who’d give up easily. She always see positive things in people no matter how badly she gets treated sometimes — including him.
He was guilty of that.
She wanted to make things right and start over but he completely missed the point so she finally was forced to say, “I’ve had enough.”
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As the sun set over the bay, he sat on the bow of his boat and closed his eyes. The sun was going down but it’s warmth remained for now and inside he felt a special glow from knowing he had done the right thing.
Who needs the rat race when you’ve got the ocean?
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This story has been submitted by Jonic Linley. Thank you for the submission, Jonic.
He smells her perfume, ever gentle and never imposing upon him.
He feels her hand clasped in his, as if ever bonding.
He tastes her kiss on his lips; warm and beautifully weighted.
He hears her voice whisper ‘I love you’ in dulcet tones.
He sees them lower her into the dirt.
He leaves flowers.
This story has been submitted by Kerri Aldrich. She was the first to submit a story to 55 fiction. Thank you for the submission, Kerri.
I awake every morning knowing I will face my judge. Before my husband, my kids, even before my shower, I will face my judge. And I will be found a failure.
But no more for me. Not today, not ever. My scale is now lying on the sidewalk. I chucked it out the bathroom window.
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This story has been submitted by Nikki Katz. She writes for Approaching Lost, a b5media blog. Thank you for the submission, Nikki
Katie leaned her head on the window. She listened intently as the palm leaves brushed against the glass.
Minutes later she ran downstairs, tears streaming down her face.
“Daddy,” she whispered, climbing in his lap. “That man in black. He said we would hear mommy’s voice in the wind. But I didn’t hear it.”
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She walked fashionably down the ramp, head held high. Sashaying was her forte. Quarter turn, quarter turn, smile. She was a star, after all.
Unexpectedly, she slipped in her high heels and found herself on the floor. She picked herself up gracefully. Quarter turn, quarter turn, smile and wink. She was a star, after all.
“Just do it!”
Dan was nearly screaming as I stood there frozen. I felt eyes making wagers. “Will she or won’t she?” they asked.
My stomach churned. My throat was dry. A bead of sweat rolled down my nose. I grabbed the frog and inserted the probe.
Dan awoke to a chorus of laughter.
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Things had been so hectic for him in work recently, he just didn’t realise the time and when he caught a glimpse of the date on the newspaper his heart began to race as the realization dawned on him that he had forgotten something special.
How could he have forgotten to write for 55fiction?
Being an established author, I receive large number of works for review, from aspiring authors.
Today, I found a gem. I called him and said, “Brilliant. Could you send me more of your work?”
As we finished talking, we were both happy – he, because of my appreciation and I, because I “found” my next book.
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