Missing, by Bruce Arbuckle

“This document,” I say, holding up the folder. “Will prove the CEO is lying!” Opening the dossier i find only blank pages. The board members stare at me. I remember the clumsy man in the elevator, the spilled pages, the apologies as he helped gather them. He stole my evidence!

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

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A Well-Earned Break, by Bruce Arbuckle

Jimmy won’t stop complaining. “I wanna break!” he whines. “Let’s get this wardrobe up the staircase first,” I say. He sighs, liberates a hand to scratch his arse, and I feel the heavy lump of furniture slide. He screams, a bone snaps. And just like that, Jimmy gets his break.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “it’s been a great ride”

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Time Lag, by Bruce Arbuckle

She wasn’t prepared for how bad time travel would make her feel. I’ll never, she thought, as she fought the urge to vomit, complain about jet lag ever again. Although, looking around at the prehistoric landscape and the broken machine she’d arrived in, it was unlikely to be a problem.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “it’s been a great ride”

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The Mountain, by Bruce Arbuckle

I never got over The Mountain. My first crush, he was two years older and way out of my league. Everyone loved him, or wanted to be him. But all that adoration from afar couldn’t save him. Perhaps, he didn’t feel there was anyone was close enough to confide in.

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

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Zoo, by Bruce Arbuckle

The Human Zoo is the last stop on the Earth Sightseeing Tour. The creatures were once dangerous, but enclosed in their special cages they seem pretty harmless. They are very ugly but in a funny – rather than scary – way. Daddy says not to tap on the glass. It agitates them.

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

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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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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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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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Hair Loss, by Bruce Arbuckle

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.

Written by Bruce Arbuckle using the Freewrite Writing Prompt on Hive

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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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