And Then There Were None...

Only the artificial moon lit the desert. The android's legs moved slower. Its eyes blinked out, and the last human carried on without the mechanical companion. The desert stretched for days, but eventually beat the last human in existence. The survivor laid down with the history of the human race.

50 word story

Awaken by the sound of his house alarm, John gets up to check what happened. Halfway down the stairs John hears whispering. Fear takes over John, he tries to run back up to his room tripping over the last step causing a thud. He hears the steps creaking John crawls into the closet. The sounds stop, John thinking its all a dream relaxes. The closet door opens...

Decision Time

I rushed out of the car, out of breathe and out of time. A single tear ebbed from my eye as I watch the two boats take ship. "I am too late..."
In ten minutes my two best friends would suffer a most cruel fate, tied to explosives rigged to blow in less than four minutes I was their only hope, and I failed.
As one last "gesture of faith" their captor left a white speedboat, in the dash pictures of Alex and Sam at our high school graduation nearly 10 years ago. I grabbed the steering wheel and jerked it left "Now its personal."

holographic darkness a sci-fi short story

The moon lite sky was amazingly bright and slightly offset by the gritty street, as I walked between the avenues of crane and peek, a narrow and winding road filled with dark cybertronic conjuration and their ill-fated holographic thought forms that billowed and lurked beyond the edge of darkness.

Beauty Slain

It was a hot, muggy night and I found myself stuck in the corner of a West Indian fete. Constantly being soaked by the rum and red bull, that sloshed around in my cup. Two women danced on me while I stood, awkwardly and then I saw her. Our eyes met, hers slanted and lined with black and silver eyeliner. She smiled and licked her lips seductively, while she grinds on three men simultaneously. Gunshots rang out like a song and she fell to the ground with a peaceful smile.

The Last Night

Crisp air sprinkled her nose as she stared horror in the face. "I'm done running take me now" she screamed. " Are you sure that is what you want" whispered whisper. Trembling she nodded her head with one swift slice she was dead with a tickle to the nose now she wakes.

I don't know what to do

I heard that he likes me, but I don't know about going out with him. He is a very nice and caring guy. But the thing is that he is my friend. I kinda don't want to ruin the friendship we have. I really don't know what to do anymore.

50 word flash story

White light filled with dew shines through the closed window. Light colored candles dispersed through the room, their fire extinguished. A bottle of champagne on the table, popped open, empty. Two glass cups, one of them used, the other, untouched. Young female on the floor, dress spotless, life, no more.

50 word story.

Nothing will be the way it had been
For the young american boy of 18

He admired her hair, the way she rolled her tongue
The spanish beauty shouldnt have died so young

She left for her country, and he followed her through
He loved her, you see, the young girl of 22.

50 Word Short Story by Paul

Gripping her grandfather’s razor, Mandy shredded her skin onto the tiled bathroom floor.

Walking in, her grandfather took a moment to reflect how breathtaking she looked, recumbent, in a puddle of blood and sliced skin -- like a Disney princess. “I’ve wanted to play with you for years” he said, pleasuring himself..

My 50 Word Story

I look at the crime scene and search for clues. I see the bodies of the victims brutalized. I look around the area and check for any leads. I see that the cops have nothing, and walk away with a huge grin admiring my sneaky yet reckless job well done.

Oscar Acosta

Friends gather around. Searching for fun. An abandon warehouse. A party is to be thrown. Host is unclear. Homemade Food. A costume contest too. Prize unknown. Its to start at night The end is not said. Guaranteed to be a blast. Sounds like fun. But they know beter than to go.

50 Word Short Story

She opens her eyes and feels her heart racing; the indigence to carry on is prominent in her unsteady hand. Her fingers twist around the nearest pen, clutching it tightly her knuckles faded to white. The curves of each letter filling pages upon pages with lavish lands and curious life.

"Bloodline" (The Lost Prince)

Quiet the women whispered. They are coming. Listen. There is someone very powerful and he is after you. You should go to Highroad inn look for a blind man named Howler. He will help you out. And. That was the last thing she said before someone busted the wooden door.

Last Goodbye (50 word flash fiction)

The car bounced as it ran on the rusty tracks to the place where we first met. I closed my eyes and pictured her blue eyes, her soft lips, and her long black hair. The last words she whispered to me on her deathbed before I left was, "I do".