Stories

So Long, Farewell

/ Liz H-H / 15 Comments
© Ayr/Gray

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE.  (07/18/2025). No more than 250 words in length.

The room is cool, a soothing respite from the blistering heat outside its door. Her bare feet shuffle across the smooth wood floor. She reviews each object of art: bucolic landscapes, highland towers, night streets, dawning oceans. Paintings stop in interesting places, to continue with other voices, other rooms. Perhaps a novel, or love-lost poem?

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Signs For a Crash

/ Liz H-H / 17 Comments
(Road signs indicating directions to various locations including the airport) © Ayr/Gray

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE.  (06/20/2025). No more than 250 words in length.

Jenna cracked her forehead on the dashboard, and left it there for a count of ten. Side-eying the fool behind the wheel, she pounded her forehead on its sun-hot surface for a beat of five.

“Please just pull over, Gerry.” She raised her head. “We’ve driven around this circuit at least four times. We’ll run out of gas before we even leave the train station lot.”

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The Electrician

/ Liz H-H / 23 Comments

The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: FUSE. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!

The pop was loud enough to wake me from my favorite dream: barefoot on a tropical moonlit deck in a shared deckchair with my current celebrity crush, the pop of the champagne cork shooting straight to regions unnamed but known well.

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Cider Press

/ Liz H-H / 19 Comments
One bad apple can tip a balanced local economy in this whimsical 248-word story. Another Unicorn Challenge
© Ayr/Gray

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE.  (05/23/2025). No more than 250 words in length.

Me and my cargo have been waiting by the side of this road, near all day. The sun’s hot, ground’s dry, trees hard with the lack of rain, and Trevor never did show up this morning to drag us the rest of the way to the rail station, just a quarter of a mile away. The first and last train will have come and gone by now, I reckon.

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