50 word stories: Morte Derek -- by File

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The outline of the corpse was under the window, cut into broken glass, filled with blood. Sir Derek had been alone but for his young wife. "He was shot by someone outside" she'd said. The Belgian detective had seen glass on top of the body, he sighed "Leaf inzurance, non?"

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50 word stories: Floods -- by Mimitig

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Sunlight rips the cloud scene. Suddenly rays – fingertips of the gods touch us. We’ve waited, so long for warmth. Waters subside, floods recede, but safety is relative – not all survive. Raindrops come inside as tears fall from my eyes. I am here, wondering when warmth will return to my life.

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50 word story -- by Mouth of the Mersey

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I look into his eyes, and I see my own. I watch his walk, and I see my own. I note the successes and the failures, for they are my own. I remember the father, for he was my own. I wonder at the son, for he is my own.

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50 word stories: Clay -- by Nestaquin

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Anam Cara. Interwoven clay. Eternal rhythm of time, life and space. Dogs bark. She is awoken in a dream. Life after reincarnated life the song remains the same. Atomic. Never platonic. Searching for a love who appears only in sleep. “How do I remain?” she asks. “No-one can” is the reply.

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50 word stories: Hammersmith Palais -- by Mimitig

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She danced, under the glittering, sparkling ball. The 50s - swing and elegance - so cool and tingling. God, I would have been there - this is my mother's story. Instead I did raw indie sounds - cool for a new generation. I didn't live in London. Home by bus, resonating with the music.

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50 word stories: Letters Count -- by Mimitig

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Tea, she thought. Having read some T-alliteration. Went to Betty's once. In Harrogate. We had tea-cakes, she thought. Then thought about the Tea Dance. Where she fell in love. She shows the photos to her grandchildren now. They laugh and say: "Nan, did you wear those frocks?". Yes. I did.

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50 word stories: A Friend's Return -- by OffsideinAntibes

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He telegraphed. "I'll be here Tuesday." Fifteen years since that last drunken night. Then postcards: Katmandu, Kinshasa, Peru... My tidy life and the 8.45 bus to work.

I called in sick, waited, didn't see him. Neighbours told me. He got off the 8.45, his bag got caught, dragged underwheel. Killed instantly.

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50 word stories: Fifty one -- by OffsideinAntibes

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Words' Convention
By invitation
"Cool"
"Hello"
Limited number
"How many?"
Fifty
"That's all?"
"Shame"
"Hurry"
"Dress code?"
Informal
"Drink?"
"Cocktail, please"
"Treats?"
Beluga
"Fancy!"
"Help yourself"
"Who else?"
Love, Always
"Welcome"
Mix and Mingle
"What a queue!"
"It will never fit."
Sorry
"Make room"
"Impossible"
"Ouch, my foot!"
Squeeze
Done

Gatecrasher

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50 word stories: The Cats -- by Mimitig

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I had two cats - one proper, one more stuffed toy. They grew old - I thought they'd like a friend. We found black kitten, lost, ugly, not fluffy, no-one wanted her. Ah, sweet I thought. How wrong. She rules the roost - no peace for oldies. I brought the very devil home.

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50 word stories: Forever -- by Mimitig

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Eternal lovers met aeons ago. They wooed, they loved. Her father and brothers said no and locked her away. She grew her hair. He bought a horse and rode to rescue her. She let down her tresses, they loved, and now become the lovers of all stories past and future.

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50 word stories: Cajun Song -- by Zephirine

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I am so poor, I have no shoes. I love that blonde girl from across the bayou, but her Mama won’t have me in the house. Hey, pretty dark-haired girl, want to dance with a poor man? See how well we dance together, four bare feet in time.

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50 word stories: Circle -- by Zephirine

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Married by mistake, they stay together sulkily for twenty years. Suddenly he dies. She goes on cruises, has affairs, grows tired; then meets, at last, a man she feels wonderfully comfortable with. Happily, she brings the new husband home… and then realises why she felt like she’d met him before...

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50 word stories: Escape With Your Life -- by DoctorShoot

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“Hey gambling man!?” Pfitzer challenged
The club, and the thick Mt Gembogl tropical storm, fell silent.
Handerson nodded; they tossed.

Pfitzer swaggered up the $1200 cheque, the door swung.

The district commissioner whispered over his wife’s shoulder, twisting his daughter’s ribbons:
“Looks like he’s got his fare home.”
“Good riddance.”

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50 word stories: Dream Territory -- by File

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They took my father's land, which was my grandfather’s land, I have no land. They told me I couldn’t go back there anyway, that I have to stay here and they told me how to tell you this. My grandmother cannot sleep these days because they come into her dreams.

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50 word stories: Patient History -- by File

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“She’s been in a critical condition for a long time now.”
“She’s not yet stable, I can say that.”
“What are you doing to promote her recovery?”
“Not much, to be honest.”
“Well, what are you doing to prevent worsening?”
“We’re crossing our fingers and hoping she’s a tough planet.”

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