Humpbuckle-on-Sea

Sinking, by Bruce Arbuckle

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Your old row boat is barely visible, now, its shape only discernable if you know where to look. Like my memories of you, it lurks just below the surface. Knowing it’s there is enough, I don’t need to see it. Gradually sinking, the dark green water devours the rotting carcass.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “row boat”

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Grass, by Bruce Arbuckle

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Court Number One (nicknamed the Supreme Court by members of the Humpbuckle Lawn Tennis Association) was only used on special occasions, like tomorrow’s televised Final. Bob smiled as he carefully poured toxic weedkiller over the pristine grass, spelling out the Cloud storage address containing the compromising photos of the mayor.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “supreme court”

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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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“escape”

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There it was!

The old man hadn’t lied after all. The portal  pulsated and hummed at the back of the cave.

The sound of thudding boots echoed through the caverns behind her.

Time to go.

She ran through the doorway to other dimensions, her world exploding in colour and sound.

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First published on Hive https://peakd.com/hive-161155/@felt.buzz/color–a-humpbuckle-tale

“the other woman”

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She stares at me.

I hold her gaze, unblinking.

I don’t like her.

And, sure as hell, she hates my guts.

Her mean ugly acidic words burn me.

I blink first.

I always do.

I turn off the bathroom light and the other woman fades ghost-like into the darkness.

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First published on Hive https://peakd.com/hive-161155/@felt.buzz/ghost-of-the-other-woman-a-humpbuckle-tale-written-using-the-freewrite-prompt

“Chain linked fence”

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On our way to school a large house sulks behind a chain linked fence.

A smartly-dressed lady sits in the garden, surrounded by weeds.

I often raise my hand  in greeting.

She never waves back.

Bill says she’s a witch.

Or maybe a ghost.

I think she’s just sad.

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First published on Hive https://peakd.com/hive-161155/@felt.buzz/chain-linked-fence–a-humpbuckle-tale

“The Tool Shed”

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The key to my father’s shed feels much smaller than I remember.

The lock – rust-red but well-oiled – clicks.

The door swings open.

Tools neatly ranged, boxes of nails and screws clearly labeled.

A note, scrawled in his familiar hand.

“All yours now, son. Please, don’t make a mess.”

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First published on Hive. https://peakd.com/hive-161155/@felt.buzz/the-tool-shed-a-humpbuckle-tale