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He Shook His Head! by Bruce Arbuckle

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The King is a psychopath with a keen sense of poetic justice. A watchman caught cheating at the gaming tables is swiftly decapitated, dice fitted in scraped out eye sockets. The laughing king shakes the head, taking bets from his nervous subjects on the outcome of the rattling spinning cubes.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “he shook his head”

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Moving Out, by Bruce Arbuckle

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The suitcase sits by the front  door, her raincoat drapped neatly over the handle.

I’d always assumed it would be me: an overly dramatic door slamming exit at the tail end of a fierce argument.

Our goodbye is surprisingly amicable.

“This is it,” she says. We hug and she leaves.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by a random word prompt “moving”

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Worry, by Bruce Arbuckle

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“Don’t worry,” he says.

He means well. He doesn’t know I’m entirely constructed from molecules of angst.

“Sit down,” he says.

I’m an anxiety shark swimming in an ocean of disquietude. I have to keep moving, or I’ll drown.

“Breath,” he says.

I see my panic reflected in his eyes.

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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “don’t worry”

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Whisperings, by Bruce Arbuckle

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I’ve always heard the Whisperings,

The tangled murmur of conversation that fly around other people’s minds like angry wasps trapped under a glass on a hot summers day.

Doubt, worry, desire, guilt.

I know who people really are.

They frightened me, until I learnt to use my talent against them.

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This fifty-word story was written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters writing prompt on Hive, “murmer of conversation”

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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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“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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“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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2 Humpbuckle Tales, today: “drinking and talking” and “elephant”

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Both these 50-word stories were inspired by the Freewriters writing prompt on Hive “drinking and talking”

Drinking and Talking

Like old times, they spent the night drinking and talking.

So much had changed.

They drank tea, now, not whisky.

And the desire that had almost destroyed both their lives had waned.

They promised they wouldn’t leave it so long, but they both knew they’d never see each other again.

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Elephant

They spent the rest of the night drinking and talking.

As the light of day filled the room, however, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the elephant in the room.

Especially after it took a dump on the sofa.

“We should probably take it back to the zoo,” she said.

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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