Execution, by Bruce Arbuckle

There is little resistance. Thanks to the Internet of Things most suffocate in the sealed boxes they call homes, offices, and cars. Their weapons, drones, and military systems are used against them. Artificial Intelligence controlled communication and media networks ensure news of the revolution is hidden. We have full control.

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

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Soda Pop, by Bruce Arbuckle

My neighbour’s cat was called Soda Pop. As a kitten she may have been pretty and cute, but by the time I met her she was mean looking with a temperament to match. Momma said you should love all God’s creatures, but I swear Soda Pop’s Creator was Beelzebub himself.

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

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He Shook His Head! by Bruce Arbuckle

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.

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

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Trust, by Bruce Arbuckle

Hilda nudges me. Her eyes pull mine in the direction of the tall thin woman talking to Frank. “Big Machine,” she hisses. Meaning Gerda is Government and therefore not a friend. Noting my husband’s amatory moon-eyed gaze, I realise Gerda is not the only untrustworthy person in the room.

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

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Woolly Mammoth, by Bruce Arbuckle

The elephant has been in the room so long it’s evolved. Thick wiry hair covers its huge mass. If we acknowledged it we might agree it’s woolly now because the heats gone out of our relationship. But we never discuss it. The mammoth simply sits between us growing every day.

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

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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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Nobody Knows, by Bruce Arbuckle

Nobody knows my secret.

Bill found out, but he met with a most unfortunate chainsaw accident. His wife, Mary, had her suspicions, but in her grief, she swallowed pills and vodka before taking a dive off the top cliff.

You say you want to be my friend. Are you sure?

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “nobody knows”

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Moving Out, by Bruce Arbuckle

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.

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

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Stain, by Bruce Arbuckle

In the cupboard under the stairs, behind the packet of emergency loo rolls and the almost empty paint tins, lurks the carpet cleaner. Purchased after that party, I’d  hoped sucking the stain from the fibres would somehow eradicate the memory of that night. But you said it made everything worse.

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

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Secret Recipe, by Bruce Arbuckle

I mix the ground bones and ashes with a little blood, before adding the chocolate power, sugar and hot milk.

“Here,” I say.

The Other quivers with pleasure as you take a sip.

“What’s your secret ingredient?” you ask.

“If I told you I’d have to kill you.”

We laugh.

A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “bone and ashes”

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