Category Archives: Short Stories

A collection of original short stories featuring mostly nameless characters.

Short Story: Fruit Snack

Genre: slice of life, family
Inspired by the prompt moiety.

 

Her son studied the two bowls with his new magnifying glass. No angle was left unchecked, every fruit piece was carefully counted.

“They’re the same,” he finally announced.

“Phew!” She pretended to wipe nervous sweat off her forehead.

“One for you, one for me.” Her son solemnly placed one identical bowl in front of each of them.

“Thank you. Ready?”

“Ready. Snack time!”

They attacked the fruit salad. The fruits didn’t stand a chance.

~End~

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Short Story: A Friend in Need

Genre: fantasy
Continues after A Pioneer’s Life.

 

“Mister, wake up! You’re under attack!” He woke to the voice of his most frequent visitor.

He groaned, mind dazed and body heavy from his fevered sleep. The girl unceremoniously pulled off his blanket.

“What happened to you?”

“Go home. It’s not safe here.” He pushed her away but she just grabbed on and pulled him out of bed. They tumbled to the ground in a tangled heap.

“Look who’s talking. Stand up. I’ll bring us both somewhere safe. You’ve been wondering how I get here right? Stand up and you’ll see.”

Somehow, she pulled him to his feet. He leaned heavily on her until she was bent almost double.

“Look, ok? One step.” She dragged them forward. “Two steps.”

His humble house changed abruptly into a completely different building.

“Mum, dad, I brought a friend!”

She wasn’t kidding when she said she ‘walked’, he thought as sleep claimed him once more.

~End~

 

Short Story: Kitchen Lesson

Genre: slice of life

 

“Sugar, spice, and everything nice. That’s how you make a chai latte. Now go and make your own!” the teacher said.

“But what do we actually put in?” a student asked.

“Everything nice!”

“Which is?”

“Many things. Just open your eyes and look.”

The student took off his apron and tossed it aside.

“That’s it. I’m out of here.”

Half the class followed him out.

“Anyone else?” the teacher asked the remaining students.

No one moved.

“Looks like I still have a class. Well done. The kitchen is a dangerous place. Respect for authority is the basics of working together in a team. Now, let’s move on to the real lesson.”

The teacher flipped the whiteboard over.

This is what we’re doing today.”

~End~

 

Short Story: Two Kinds of People

Genre: slice of life, family

 

“There are two kinds of people in this world: People who do things now, and people who do things later.”

They looked at the week-old dishes sitting around the sink.

“I think we’re both the same kind of people.”

“Same.”

“When’s big bro coming back?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Oh. That’s alright. We can do it later.”

“Yup. Plenty of time.”

And so, the dirty dishes were left unwashed until their oldest brother returned.

“Get your lazy butts down here and clean up your mess now!”

~End~

Short Story: Amethyst Sheneil

Genre: slice of life

 

Amethyst Sheneil

I cock my head to the side.

 

Amethyst Sheneil, daughter of

The paper is pulled away from me.

“It’s an attendance list, not your autobiography,” Alicia says dryly and passes the paper to the lab table behind us.

I stick my tongue out at her.

Meanie.

“Pay attention to the teacher,” Alicia says and point forward.

I rest my elbows on the table and hold my head.

“You may start,” the substitute teacher says.

Start what?

I look at Alicia.

“Collect the hydrochloric acid,” she says and hands me a notebook.

I head towards the back of the lab where the acids are usually placed. On the way, I pass by the glass cabinet. I’ve walked this way before, but today, I can see myself. When the light is in my eye, it looks brown. No light, black; with light, brown. Black, brown, black…

“Amethyst, read the notebook,” Alicia yells from the other side of the lab.

I look down.

Collect 200ml of 2.0M hydrochloric acid.

Oh yeah, the acid.

I go to the back of the lab and manage to not get distracted until I filled a beaker with acid. There’s a little too much though. Got a little carried away.

“Amethyst, second page,” Alicia yells.

I flip the page over.

Return to the table with the acid.

I head back towards our lab table.

“Please don’t shout. I’m sure your lab partner can handle things on her own,” the substitute teacher says.

“Amethyst has ADHD predominantly inattentive. If left alone, she gets distracted…”

Nice blue colour. So clear.

I reach out to take the new beaker. I swirl the two beakers around. They make nice whirlpools.

“Amethyst, read the notebook,” Alicia yells.

Return to the table with the acid.

Right. Return to the table. What do I do with this other one? I’ll bring it back. Alicia will know what to do.

 

“… dangerous to be distracted in a science lab,” Alicia says and takes the beaker from me.

“What’s dangerous?” I ask.  Alicia starts talking but I stop listening when I see the… is that solution red?

“Amethyst, that’s my cranberry juice.”

It is? Oh, it’s in a water bottle. Didn’t notice that. Better put it down.

“Can we continue with the experiment?” Alicia asks. The substitute teacher gives an awkward nod and steps away.

“Amethyst, please pass me that green beaker next to you,” Alicia says.

I reach out.

“Amethyst careful!”

My hand hits something and the sound of glass shattering cuts through the air.

“Oops.”

I look down at the broken pieces that used to be a thermometer. Better not touch it. Mercury’s poisonous. But…

“Amethyst, don’t touch it!”

Oooh… shiny…

~End~

Short Story: Normal Routine

Genre: slice of life
Related to Morning Routine and A Break In Routine.

 

It sounded like a thunderstorm was trapped upstairs.

“Is your housemate alright?” her mother asked as something dropped for the fourth time that morning.

“She’s fine. Just running late,” she said as she wrapped a sandwich in grease proof paper. She packed it into a bag as her housemate thundered down the stairs.

“I’m late!”

She held out the bag. “Morning. Breakfast.”

“Thanks.”

Her housemate flew out of the house like she always did.

“Is this normal?” her mother asked, looking frazzled just from watching her housemate.

She shrugged. “You get used to it. Here. Have some tea.”

~End~

Short Story: Present Danger

Genre: fantasy
Related to Different View and Magic Trick.

 

I was born with one brown eye and one black one. The brown eye sees things as they are, and although the black one does not always see the things in front of me, it can see much more.

It sees the past.

It’s not as exciting as seeing the future, but it’s not as dangerous as seeing the present. In the past, everything is set in stone. No matter how dangerous it looks, the past cannot hurt me. In the present, danger is everywhere, and I can’t just watch, I have to react. It wouldn’t be a problem, if I don’t have trouble distinguishing the past from the present.

A hand grabs my arm and yanks me back. A car honks as it narrowly misses me.

“Watch where you’re going,” my saviour says.

His hands shook as he read the ransom note for his brother. The phone on the table set the scene as two hours ago.

“Miss?”

In an ordinary house on an ordinary street, a group of people ate while one man sat blindfolded and bound at the corner.

“I know where your brother is.” The words tumble out of my mouth.

The man who saved me from the car pales. His fingers tighten around my arm so hard it hurts.

“Who are you?” he asks.

“Not your enemy.”

The man loosens his death grip on my arm but does not let go. His gaze is fearfully suspicious with a touch of fragile hope.

“Continue what you were doing. I’ll get help,” I say.

After we part ways, I pull out my phone to call a familiar number.

“Uncle James, I found someone.”

“Speak. We’re listening.”

watch the rescue mission as I wander through the mall. I can only see the past, but something that happened just a second ago is already in the past, and if I am quick I can still warm them before they step into any traps.

By late afternoon, the kidnappers have been subdued and the victim returned to his family. My feet are sore from all the walking but there is a bounce in my steps. It always always good when a mission ends without anyone getting hurt.

I bump into a lady I thought was in the past.

“Sorry!”

It’s so much easier to navigate the past than the present.

~End~

Short Story: Magic Trick

Genre: fantasy, family

 

I was born with one brown eye and one black one. The brown eye sees things as they are, and although the black one does not always see the things in front of me, it can see much more.

It sees the past.

It doesn’t sound as awesome as seeing the future, but it’s still cool. Cool enough to do magic cool.

“Red. Black. Red. Red,” I say as my sister reveals one poker card at a time from a deck to our audience.

Our friends ooh and ahh as I call the right colour, one after another, with my eyes blindfolded. My relatives laugh and keep the secret to the magic trick to themselves.

“Anyone else want to try?” My sister offers the deck around.

Some choose a specific card for me to name. Uncle James tries to trick me by changing the card as I name it but my black eye sees all.

After the show, Uncle James pulls me aside.

“Eli, how well can you see with your eye?”

look at him.

He grabbed the keys off the hook and put it in his pocket.

“Hey! That’s our keys!”

Uncle James grins and pulls out the same key I saw.

“Hey, Eli, want to help me with my work? I’ll hire you as my consultant and pay you good money.”

Help my uncle with his cool police work?

“Yes!”

“Did I just hear you hire my eight-year-old daughter?”

If Dad lets me.

~End~

 

Like this? You can also check out the related story Different Views.

 

Short Story: The Neighbouring King

Genre: fairy tale (is that a genre?)

 

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a kingdom who lived happily under the rule of the royal family.

There was one person, however, who was not happy, and that person was the king of the neighbouring kingdom.

“Even my people love that king more. It’s not fair.”

In his jealousy, he called a witch, who stole the king away when he was alone burning the midnight oil.

By morning, the other kingdom found their king missing.

By morning, the neighbouring king had a new dog chained to his throne.

But even as a dog, the other king was loved. The kitchen staff kept him well fed, the cleaning staff swept away his long fur with a scratch behind his ear, and random people would give him treats and essentials as while curling against his side as they spilled their worries and dreams to him.

“Why do people still love you more than me?” the neighbouring king asked.

But the other king was a dog and said nothing.

Eventually, someone put two and two together. The spell was lifted and the other king was restored, while the neighbouring king was confined to his chamber by his own people.

Two weeks later, the other king visited him.

“You think your people do not love you. Open your eyes and watch how they are fighting for you. If your people do not love you, it is because you looked away from them to covet other kingdoms first!”

The next week, the neighbouring king was restored to his throne. For the first time, he saw his people without comparing them against anyone else.

From then on, he focused on his kingdom and governed his people, and in the process became a king loved by his people.

And they lived happily ever after.

The end.

~End~

Short Story: Unasked Questions

Genre: general

 

“What would you do if you had to be an enemy to be a friend?” his wife asked once during a commercial break.

“That’s a strange question to ask,” he said.

“It’s a strange situation I’m in,” she said.

She didn’t explain. He didn’t ask.

A year later, as they faced each other on opposite sides of a battle, he wondered if he should have asked. Who was the friend? Why did she need to be the enemy?

His wife watched him with cold eyes. He hardened his heart.

After this, after they no longer had a battle to fight, he ask all the questions he should have asked that night.

So please, let there be an after.

~End~

 

 

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