Cylinder, by Bruce Arbuckle


He builds The Ark, a huge silver cylindrical monstrosity, at the end of the garden.

Our lifesaver, he says. When the apocalypse comes.

It’s a deathtrap, she says. A metal coffin. If the ventilators stop working you’ll suffocate.

Later, when he’s inside, she unplugs the solar panels. Proving her point.

A fifty-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the random word prompt “cylinder”

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Discovered, by Bruce Arbuckle

In 1992 workmen “discovered” the Humpbuckle Caves, falling into them while digging up the road outside the library.

Paintings, initially thought to have made by prehistoric man, were later revealed to have been drawn by two school boys who’d found an entrance in the old chalk pit two years earlier.

A fifty-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters writing prompt on Hive, “cave drawings”

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Ginger Tea, by Bruce Arbuckle

Her lips tasted like ginger tea. Hot, spicy, tingling. Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms, enveloped in a warm glow, and a thick blanket.

“I should go,” she said, suddenly.

I wanted to say, “No! Stay! Please!”

Instead, I watched her dress in silence. She left without another word.

This 50-word story was written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters writing prompt on Hive, “ginger tea”

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Pen Knife, by Bruce Arbuckle

I run my fingers over the back of the church pew where we used to sit. Your initials, smoothed with the passage of time, are still there.

“You’re chicken. Too scared to live,” you said.

Now, as they carry your coffin down the aisle, I carve mine next to yours.

A fifty-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters writing prompt on Hive, “pen knife”

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Not A Good Day, by Bruce Arbuckle

Helen loves her job although on occasion she needs reminding why she became a teacher in the first place.

Most days come with little victories helping her feel she serves a purpose.

Today, she reflects, as an angry parent spits vitriolic words into her face, is not a good day.

A fifty-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters writing prompt on Hive, “education is a right”

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Prey, by Bruce Arbuckle

The woman talks loudly into her phone, the loudspeaker broadcasting the whole conversation to other customers, to their obvious irritation.

Her bag, seductively fat, expensive and available, is easily liberated from the back of the chair.  I keep on walking, the purse under my coat.

Shouting. Indignation. Footsteps.

I run.

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

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Decision Time, by Bruce Arbuckle

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?

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

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“Better Late Than Never” by Bruce Arbuckle

“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.

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

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“Ray B’s”

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?

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

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