My Short Short Story for the Day

I came to rest on the soft silt, facing up, watching the ripples slowly subside. Soon the surface was smooth. Clear. Flawless. The gentle sway of the water soothes me. The sunlight sparkles above, reaching down but not quite reaching my depth. I thought I'd be scared but a calm has settled over me. It was wrong, what happened. It wasn't fair. But I can't change that now. I know my family won't forget me. They will search until they find me. I only wish I could hug my mother one last time but father will be there for her. And they will find out what happened. What he did. They will stop him. He will not get away with this. With my last sliver of strength I made sure of that.

My Short Short Story for the Day

Dally laid down on the soft green grass, propping her chin on her elbows. As she listened to the chatter of squirrels and singing of birds, she looked to the brush and saw a butterfly resting on a flower. She stared at it for several minutes watching it slowly open and close its wings. How wonderful to be a butterfly she thought to herself rolling over onto her back and looking up into the blue. Jarl said it was possible to be anything. He said she had the potential but not the focus. He said...well, he said a lot of things but she never could listen to him for very long. She didn't mean to daydream but she just couldn't help it. No, wait, there was something. Something about transferring, no, transcending? Oh, shoot. What was it? Maybe transform? Hmm, who knows. Dally closed her eyes and let her mind drift. She imagined the butterfly taking off from the flower and soaring into the air. Flying high up then floating on the wind drifting for a bit, then flapping its wings to soar once more. As the warm breeze lifted her higher she opened her eyes and saw clouds so close she could touch them. She stretched out her hand only to see an elegant wing. She looked down and saw the grass so far below. What a beautiful feeling, flying, fluttering, floating. She closed her eyes and drifted down to a lovely flower. Landing softly on the petal, she rested, sipping the nectar and enjoying the sunshine. She opened her eyes to see the blue above her and feel the softness of the grass below.

My Short Short Story for the Day

“What have you got for me Agent Wilbur?” “

“We’re getting close. Just a little more time.” Wilbur's ear twitched.

“We need to wrap this up soon.”

“Yes sir!” Wilbur gave a nod. “Um, sir. Just one thing.”

“What is it?”

“Do you think that maybe we could, uh. I mean, are you sure this is the best disguise? Maybe something else would be, well, more appropriate?” Wilbur wriggled his snout.

“I understand, but we had to act fast and this was our best option. So make it work!”

“Yes, sir.” Wilbur disconnected.

“We're stuck, huh?” Wilma asked.

“Yes, I'm afraid so.” Wilbur said. “I don't mind the slipper part, but why piggy slippers. The guys at the office will never let us live this one down.”

My Short Short Story for the Day

Kneeling by the pond, Helen closed her eyes letting her mind drift back. Was it really just a few months ago. It felt like a lifetime and only an instant. How strange the mind can be. Helen gently set the first pink flower in the water. Why was it so hard to move on? The doctors said there was no indication of physical trauma. The psychiatrists said there was no indication of mental trauma. But she knew what she saw, what she felt, what she went through. It was real, the pain was real, the fear was real. She couldn't explain why there were no indications of any of it. She gently set the second pink flower in the water. Her parents begged her to forget about it, to stop talking about it. Her boyfriend told her to move on, get over it. Her friends pretended to sympathize at first but soon stopped calling, visiting, texting until she was left alone. She gently set the third pink flower in the water. She watched as the flowers lined up, touching each other. Then they started to vibrate ever so slightly. Helen stared until her eyes grew so dry she had to blink and when she looked again it was there. The white flower. Exactly as it had been before.

“Oh, no.” Helen whispered. “Not again.”

My Short Short Story for the Day

Once upon a time there was a little shark named Charlie and he lived in the great big ocean. He was swimming around looking for some tasty fish to eat when a magical fairy appeared. The fairy asked if he wanted to be a fairy for the day. He didn’t hesitate.

“Yes.” He said. Poof!

She handed him a wand. “Have fun! I’ll be back tomorrow. Same time. Same place.”

Charlie couldn't believe it. He was a real fairy. Wings and all. He waved his magic wand and lots of tasty fish appeared. “Wow! It's true. It's really really true!”

So Charlie decided to test out his brand new wings. He wiggled around and was about to flap his fins when he realized, his fins were gone. He now had little fairy feet and hands and sparkly wings on his back.

“Oh, boy!” Charlie smiled then kicked his feet and flew right out of the water.

He kept flying up, up, up into the air. As he was flying around in the air doing loop de loops he noticed there was a tiny little whale way down in the ocean looking up at him. He flew back down towards the whale and as he got closer he realized the whale wasn't so tiny after all. In fact he was quite large. Charlie slowed down and fluttered in the air just above the whale's eye.

“Who are you?” The whale asked.

“Why, I'm Charlie the shark.” Charlie said proudly.

“You don't look like a shark.” The whale replied.

“Oh, right.” Charlie said. “I'm actually a fairy today.”

“A fairy?” The whale didn't believe him.

“Yes, a real live fairy.” Charlie said spinning around to show off his wings. “And I can grant wishes, too. Is there anything you want?”

“Um? I wouldn't mind some yummy plankton.” Said the whale.

“No problem.” With a flick of his wand Charlie made a whole bunch of plankton appear.

The whale gobbled them all up and as he swam away he said. “Thank you!”

Charlie thought he made a very good fairy. And for that whole day, he was indeed a very good fairy.

My Short Short Story for the Day

For anyone who has ever wished for a super power, beware. It's not always as great as it may seem. You see, I have a super power so I know what I'm talking about. I was born with it, my dad is a scientist and created some kind of super vitamin that he had my mom take while she was pregnant. It was only supposed to make her very healthy, which it did, but there was a side effect he hadn't counted on. I learned of my uniqueness when I was 5. My baby brother was about 2 months old at the time and I was very upset that they spent so much time with him. Every little thing he did was sooooooo cute that I just got pushed aside. So one night I went into his room to reason with him but as you know, babies are clueless.

I stood by his crib looking at him through the bars. “I wish you were a puppy.”

There was a quick flash of light and poof, my baby brother was gone and a cute, little puppy was sitting in his crib staring at me. I couldn't move. I was scared, happy, anxious and mad all at once. I didn't know what had happened or what to do. The puppy took matters into his own hands, er, paws and yipped. My parents came on the run. My mom gasped and nearly fainted.

My dad was calmer and knelt down beside me. “Honey, what happened?”

“I wished he was a puppy, but I didn't mean it. Honest! I'm sorry!” I wailed.

“It's ok, honey. Just wish him back.” Daddy looked so calm and he was patting my back.

“Ok. I wish my baby brother was back.” I said choking on the sobs.

Another flash of light and poof, my baby brother was back. My mom quickly checked him over for any signs of puppy and hugged him tight. My brother was smiling and making happy baby noises.

My dad hugged me. “You did good kiddo.”

My Short Short Story for the Day

What a lovely spot Jan thought brushing a few fallen leaves off the bench. After checking for bugs she sat down and closed her eyes. I can't believe I agreed to a blind date. And at my age. Sure, 41 wasn't that old but she certainly wasn't a teenager anymore and blind dates were best left to the youngsters not people set in their ways. I have my job, my kids, my hobbies to keep me happy. I just don't need anymore change in my life right now. He's probably not even my type. Whatever that is. What if he's some crazed lunatic or something? Well, of course Beth wouldn't set me up with someone like that. Best friends don't do that to each other. Jan smiled and took a slow, deep breath. Holding it for a moment she cleared her mind and let it out slowly. A bird sang in the tree overhead and she heard the distant sound of laughter. The smell of fresh cut grass tickled her nose and the warm breeze gently brushed the hair off her cheek. She let the tension seep out and a smile spread across her face.

“You're beautiful.” The words were spoken quietly.

Jan opened her eyes and her smile grew. “You must be Adam.” She stood and extended her hand. His grip was firm but not overpowering. She liked the feel of her hand in his. It felt...right.

My Short Short Story for the Day

“That's it!” Karen shouted racing towards the beautiful blue flowers. “I found them! I found them!” Her heart was pounding as the sweat streamed down her back. After 3 long days, her search was at an end. As she reached the flowers her body collapsed giving into exhaustion. She lay on the ground staring up at those beautiful blue blossoms. “At last.” She sighed as her eyes started to close. No, no, no! She thought pulling herself up into a sitting position. Can't sleep, must keep moving. She crawled over to the flowers and opened her sack. She cut several stems and put them into the bag, careful not to damage them. She filled her bag so full she almost wasn't able to close it. After a struggle it was closed and on her back. Now she had to get herself up and moving. It should only be a couple days to get back home but she had to move, she couldn't risk even an hour or two of sleep. How will I make it? The thought pushed into her mind but she firmly shoved it back. Must move. Now! She hauled herself up onto her feet and began moving one foot in front of the other. Light faded and turned to dark but she kept on walking, her eyes automatically adjusting. Light came again and Karen kept moving. Can't stop. Can't stop. Can't stop. She repeated ignoring her hunger, her thirst and especially her doubts. As the light faded once more and the darkness descended she crested a hill. Can't stop. Can't stop. Can't stop. Halfway down the hill her foot caught on a root and she tumbled down the rest of the way. Without hesitation she pulled herself up onto her feet again and walked. Can't stop. Can't stop. Can't stop. Darkness gave way to light and with those first rays of morning Karen walked back into her village. “She's back! She's back!” The shout went out and several people rushed to her. There was a gentle tug as her pack was removed. “She has the flowers! She did it!” With those words she let her eyelids slide shut.