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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Coffintime, by Bruce Arbuckle

“Open your coffin, son. It’s time.”

“Can’t I stay up, watch the sunrise? Just once?”

Head shake.

“Will you read me another coffintime story?”

“You’re almost two hundred years old,” Dad sighs. “When you gonna grow up? “

“Never,” I remind him. “Kinda your fault for coming home thirsty that time.”

A fifty-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters writing prompt on Hive, “open your coffin”

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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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Beard, by Bruce Arbuckle

“Céline!”

She turns and he sees the creature has grown again. Its tail is wrapped around her throat. Thick writhing tentacles, erupting from blisters on its soft body, inch across her face.  To shoot the clinging monster will mean certain death for his wife.

The gun shakes in his hand.

This fifty-word story was written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the random word prompt “beard”.

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Whisperings, by Bruce Arbuckle

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.

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

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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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“intrusion”, by Bruce Arbuckle

“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.

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

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