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Hair Loss, by Bruce Arbuckle

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His hairline’s retreating.

White flags held high it gallops towards the back of his head.

It doesn’t want to face forward anymore than he.

If he can’t see what’s coming it isn’t  happening.

Turn away. Hide. Whatever happens don’t open your eyes.

He’s a grown man playing peak-a-boo.

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Written by Bruce Arbuckle using the Freewrite Writing Prompt on Hive

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Decision Time, by Bruce Arbuckle

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Poor old Billy.

You never wanna take a stand.

Thing is, as my dear grandaddy used to say, “A man who tries to walk on both sides of the road is gonna get flattened by a jugganaut sooner or later.”

So, Billy-boy, are you with us, or against us?

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This 50-word story was written by Bruce Arbuckle using the Freewrite Writing Prompt “walk on both sides”, from Hive.

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The Last Time, by Bruce Arbuckle

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He wears a perfume of cigarettes, garlic and brandy. He reaches for the bottle.

Mummy says, *You’ve had enough.”

Then – to me – “You’re too big to sit on his lap.”

Then, “Where are you going?”

The door slams and we cry.

As if we both know this time it’s forever.

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This 50-word story was written by Bruce Arbuckle using the Freewrite Writing Prompt on Hive,

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“Better Late Than Never” by Bruce Arbuckle

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“Better late than never!”

His beaming smile battles my migraine-inducing frown, but even his sparkling eyes can’t cool my lava-hot anger.

“You said you’d be here on time. You swore it.”

“I’m here now. Why do you always do this?”

And suddenly – yet again – I’m in the wrong.

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A fifty-word story written using the Freewrite Writing Prompt on Hive.

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“intrusion”, by Bruce Arbuckle

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“How many miles have we hiked?”

“Not even half a mile.” I  resent his intrusion. It’s my Sunday stroll.

“I have a blister. I’m thirsty. Let’s stop at this pub.”

I agree and sit at a table in the garden. He goes to the bar.

I walk on without him.

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This 50-word story was written using the Hive Freewrite Daily Writing Prompt, “how many miles”

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“worst holiday ever” by Bruce Arbuckle

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This 50-word story was written using a random word prompt : “Planet”

Planet Earth was advertised as, “Beautiful, Unspoilt: A Real Breath of Fresh Air.”

Of course, that was years ago.

Our faster-than-light ships couldn’t keep up with the devastation these homosapians wreaked on their home in such a short time.

I hope to be rescued before it’s completely destroyed.

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“Ray B’s”

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Ray B’s NiteClub, located in a former meat packing warehouse in Humpbuckle Port, was best avoided unless you were desperate or had a death wish.

It was usually almost empty until everything else was closed.

A place of last resort.

Why the hell choose this place for our first date?

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The prompt was “rabies” I thought it would be a great name for a dodgy night club

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“papa bear”

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If ever a bar looked like it’s owner it was Papa Bear’s.

Back in the day Papa looked like a grizzly.

Now, his legendary thick brown curls were grey, thin and lacklustre. His once-bearded face, pockmarked, gaunt and jaundiced.

The only imposing thing about him was his beer belly.



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“email sent”

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As soon as the words “Email sent” appeared on the screen he realised his mistake.

So stupid.

Had he wanted to get caught?

Perhaps it’s for the best. With it out in the open they could finally work things out.

Who was he kidding?

She was going to kill him.



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“a weekend away”

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A fifty-word story written using the Freewrite prompt on Hive.

It was supposed to be a romantic weekend getaway.

No kids.

Just us.

Why did I trust him to make the reservation?

“Only one room left,” the receptionist said. “Sorry.”

Bunk beds.

Not even two singles we could push together.

And we had to share with a family of four.

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