He fixed the sticky label to his milk carton and stepped back, smiling at his handiwork. The worktop was cluttered and messy, his flatmates continual disregard for order readily apparent in the carnage

The house was so empty and still. Cold even. I knew I shouldn't miss her but I did. Even after all this time. Wounds heal with time they say. It didn't feel like it. I teased open my wallet and took out

The sun was just beginning to crest the trees. He was already awake. Standing in the field out back. Staring at the sun's red and pink skirts. Sometimes he wished he could just strike out. Escape, get

I came to bed late. Swaying up the stairs as if at sea. When I reached the landing I had to stop. Gather myself. The bedroom was only a few paces away yet it seemed like leagues. Blink. I was at the bottom

He walked wearily along the train platform. His was the next train. Despite his tiredness, the unfamiliar style of another train waiting to depart caught his eye. Quite old fashioned looking. He peered

He hurried home, there was a curious quality to the air and it made him feel nervous. As it came into view he paused in shock and fear. It was a smouldering ruin. There was something else on the wind too.

Source My second entry into the great #fiftywords challenge. It's a lot of fun. See the outline post here- His rifle shot cracked the silence of the green. The buck reared then pawed at the dirt, his antlered

source Gone were the days I could land whatever catch I wanted. No, those damn quotas had ruined all that. Now I was forced to sail by the moon and the stars, wreathed in the secrecy of the velvet night.

The next stop for this train is... The announcement broke up into static. William looked around in bewilderment. His memory was blank for a moment. As if it had blinked. Then it came rushing back. The

I am out of the office until the 12th June - I will respond to your message when I return. It had become a standing joke, Greg Spencer's out of office message. He had died you see. Not at work you understand.

'So what happened to him then?' Mike looked out the window at the vagrant rooting in the trash outside the mall. 'Oh he's famous man. Totally famous. Dude had it all.' 'Yeah but what happened to him. I

'Hey Honey!' He pushed open the door with one hand, the other clasping an overfull shopping bag. Setting the bag down he locked the door behind him. The room was dark, the curtains closed but it was still

I hoisted myself into the attic. It was warm from the baking summer sun. Dust motes glinted in the air. As always, being up here had a magical feel to it. I had lived in this house all of my life yet lately

'Is that an Aerosmith t-shirt?' Sneered the passenger across from me. His tone was disparaging, his face too. 'Yes it is.' I replied. The train lurched over uneven track. The passenger across pondered

Good day. May I introduce myself? I am a writer of short prose which I hope will fascinate and by turn entertain those of you who are willing to spare a few short moments of your day. I have been a long