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Short Story: Explorer’s Adventure

Genre: family, slice of life

 

“Explorer’s hat.”

Her son tapped his helmet. “Here.”

“Explorer’s boots.”

Her son lifted one foot. “Here.”

“Explorer’s armour.”

Her son tapped his jacket. “Here.”

“Explorer’s map.”

Her son pulled the map out of his pocket. “Here.”

“Then go forth, explorer!”

Her son scampered off into their backyard. She flopped onto her couch and put her feet up. Finally, a break as her son tried to find the treasure she hid last night.

Now, what would she hide tonight?

~End~

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Short Story: Table Flip

Genre: slice of life

 

“This class is a waste of time. I’m leaving,” the student rose to her feet.

The instructor flipped himself over the table and touched down in between the student and the door.

“No, no, no! You need to be more emphatic. Make me feel your dissatisfaction.”

“I don’t want to be here,” the student yelled at the instructor’s face.”

“That’s just words. Give me more.”

The student grabbed her table and flipped it. The table crashed top down on the floor.

“No more!” the student declared.

“Excellent!” The instructor nodded and nimbly hopped aside. “You may pass.”

The student looked at the upended table, then the open door.

“Actually, I’ll stay.” The student sat on her chair and folded her arms. “Show me what you’ve got.”

The instructor swept his arms with flourish into a theatrical bow.

“My pleasure. Once again, everyone, welcome to our first drama class together. Remove your inhibitions and let’s get dramatic!”

~End~

Short Story: Childhood Dalliance

Genre: slice of life, friendship

 

When he was younger, he had a dalliance with stamp collecting, sparked when his cousin passed her old stamp album to him.

He diligently gathered all the stamps he could find. He even asked his neighbours and school friends for stamps. It didn’t matter what they had, he wanted them all.

Instead of giving their stamps to him, his friends started collecting them too. Together, they learnt about value, negotiation, and most importantly, not letting trades get in the way of friendship.

Like most childhood passions, the stamp collection craze passed, and his albums sat forgotten in his cupboard.

Until now.

“What’s this?” his niece asked.

“My old stamp album. It’s yours now.”

His niece’s face lit up. She thanked him and rushed over to show her parents her birthday present.

“Mum, dad, look!”

~End~

Short Story: A Touch of Life

Genre: slice of life
Features a character from Green Thumb.

 

“What do you think?” her friend asked after he gave her a tour around his new cafe.

She looked at the furniture, at the lovingly made ‘daily special’ menu by the counter, at the carefully painted walls.

“It’s a nice cafe,” she said.

“But?” he prompted.

“I’m not an interior designer. All I can say is that this place would really flourish with a touch of life.” Everything looked better with plants.

“I agree. Which is why I want to hire you as my official plant manager.”

Get paid to do what she loved?

“When do I start?”

~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: Cookie Days

Genre: slice of life

Related to Drowsy Days and the kisses series.

While Patricia put her cookies into the oven, Janice snuck over and dipped a finger into the leftover cookie dough.

“Tastes nice.”

Carefully, with her hands protected by oven mitts, Patricia pulled her cookies out of the oven.

“Ooh! Smells good.” Steven picked a still-hot cookie off the tray. “Yeow!”

He threw the hot cookie into his mouth and struggled with its heat as he walked out.

Patricia laid the cookies on a cooling rack.

“Looks nice,” Lily said and took a cookie as she passed.

Patricia put the cooled cookies in a jar.

“Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar. I stole the cookie from the cookie jar!” Dennis said and devoured the cookie he fished out of the jar after ignoring the cookies she arranged on the plate.

Don walked in as she reached into the cabinet.

“Smells good. Want some help?”

“Can you bring the cookies to the table and call the others down?”

By the time she emerged with the plates, everyone in the house had gathered eagerly around the cookies, which had been miraculously left untouched. Patricia knew exactly who to thank for that, to which was why Don got extra cookies.

“No fair!” Dennis said.

“Good things come to those who wait, you-who-stole-the-cookie-from-the-cookie-jar.

“Really Dennis? Really?”

Always.

Patricia just ate as she listened to everyone chatter at the table. This was why she baked. And she would do it again and again if it would gather everyone together.

~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: Inconsiderate Friend

Genre: slice of life

Inspired by the prompt narcissism.

 

“What do you mean you can’t make it?” he said into the phone.

“I’m not feeling well.”

“It’s not my fault if you can’t keep up with me.”

He heard a sigh on the other side.

“I didn’t say it was your fault. I’m just sick. It happens.”

“Get some medicine and come out. I’m not going to miss the festival because of you.”

“Go yourself. I’m too sick to be good company. Bye.”

The call ended.

How inconsiderate. They had made plans to go to the festival together. A little sickness shouldn’t stop their plans.

He grumbled to himself as he scrolled down his contact list for someone else to call.

“Hey, come to the festival with me.”

~End~

Short Story: To Sleeve or Not To Sleeve

Genre: slice of life

 

Sleeves,” she said.

“No sleeves,” he said.

“It’s a crime to hide those guns.”

“You’re forgetting about the bush under my arms.”

“Shave!”

“No!”

“If we can do it so can you.”

Away from the noise sat the two people who actually had a say in what their dance uniform would look like.

“No sleeves?” he asked.

“No sleeves,” she said.

“Done.”

~End~

 

 

 

 

Short Story: Slow Cook Meal

Genre: slice of life
Prompt: inefficient

 

She gave the boys the kitchen for two hours. Two hours. She came back to find only peel potatoes. Badly peeled potatoes. At this rate, they would be eating dinner tomorrow.

“Where’s the meat?” she asked.

“The fridge.”

“What? You need to take them out.” She went for the fridge.

“We were going to do it later.”

“Later is too late. You need time to defrost. Rice?”

“We’re having mash potatoes.”

“Right. Veg?”

“Veg is quick right?”

Not at the rate they were going.

“You can prep them first.” She took the ingredients out and set them on the table. She grabbed an apron next. “I want to eat tonight so choose. Do you you want me to help with potatoes, veg, or meat?”

They couldn’t throw the potatoes at her fast enough.

In a few minutes, she had the potatoes chopped and boiling on the stove. She turned back to see the boys tenderly slicing the broccolini one stalk at a time.

“Get out of my kitchen.”

~End~

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