She was a messy crier. Her cheeks were wet with tears and her lips with snot. On top of that, she made a sort of hiccuping noise between sobs.
“She doesn’t want to be here too,” I whined to Momma.
Women's Fiction & Romance
Stories written in a 30-minute writing session and edited in a 30-minute editing session. Some of these stories originated in the writing group Pen & Fork. These “8 word” stories were prompted by 8 words generated at random by writing group members.
She was a messy crier. Her cheeks were wet with tears and her lips with snot. On top of that, she made a sort of hiccuping noise between sobs.
“She doesn’t want to be here too,” I whined to Momma.
“My mother fell off the balcony. It was a terrible accident.”
“I heard you helped her fall.”
“People say all sorts of things.”
“Don’t Ma’am me; I’m younger than you are.”
“This ain’t my first time at the rodeo, Billy. I know what you want…”
“Buddy, that’s your own damn fault. All that running about and leaping you do just calls attention. You’re too rambunctious for your own good. No wonder the lions are always after you.”
Ernest came from old money and good genes… What to say about Lou? Louis Carrison III was the son of a steel magnate war veteran and a small-town restaurant owner with big ambitions who nursed a wounded soldier back to health and then married him. “It’s the stuff of romance novels and dramatic movies,” Lou was fond of saying, rather too enthusiastically, to anyone who would listen.
He heard the crash from the speakers attached to the bank of monitors because he wasn’t at his desk to see the crash.
Tim gaped at Chase again. “Your grandfather, the war hero, is probably turning over in his grave.”