The Last Time, by Bruce Arbuckle

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.

This 50-word story was written by Bruce Arbuckle 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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“worst holiday ever” by Bruce Arbuckle

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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“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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“papa bear”

If ever a bar looked like it’s owner it was Papa Bear’s.

Back in the day Papa looked like a grizzly.

Now, his legendary thick brown curls were grey, thin and lacklustre. His once-bearded face, pockmarked, gaunt and jaundiced.

The only imposing thing about him was his beer belly.



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“email sent”

As soon as the words “Email sent” appeared on the screen he realised his mistake.

So stupid.

Had he wanted to get caught?

Perhaps it’s for the best. With it out in the open they could finally work things out.

Who was he kidding?

She was going to kill him.



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

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.

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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“drum solo”

A demonic monkey playing a drum solo on the tin roof dragged him from sleep.

Rain!

He leapt out of bed, checking for leaks in the places he’d already repaired, placing pans and pots beneath new ones.

The children, undisturbed by the cacophony, and his water containment dance, slept on.

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

“escape”

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.

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

“the other woman”

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.

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