Welcome to 55 word fiction, a type of flash, micro, or nano
fiction, (flash-fiction,micro-fiction, nano-fiction), or short-short stories in
55 words.55-word stories to read between subway stops, or when you're
multi-tasking.
The Fool Who Invented Kissing. Love, Crime,
Humor,Mystery, Horror, Suspense in 55 words.55 word fiction (55-word fiction)
like flash fiction, micro fiction and nanofiction, or nano stories, is a genre
of short, short stories that allows only 55 words. Not
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Cool!
"Cool," said God.
"In the beginning
," said the computer.
God clicked Start.
Earth cooled.
Man came.
Money.
Cars.
"Neat," said God.
Pollution, wars.
Saddam launched the bomb.
"Start new game?" asked the computer.
The President was about to retaliate
God hit Enter.
"In the beginning
," said the computer.
By Doug Long E-mail:
doug@douglong.com
COPYRIGHT © 1998 BizNet Communications . All rights reserved.
Busy Times
For The One-Minute Manager
"Have a seat, Bob, thisll only take a
minute."
"Whats it about, Boss?"
"Its about your work on the Crocker presentation, Bob. Great work, very
creative!"
"Thanks, Boss."
"My pleasure, Bob. Always happy to praise, but we didnt win the account, so
youre fired.
"Sally
? Would you show Bob out and send Elizabeth in?"
By Doug Long E-mail:
doug@douglong.com
COPYRIGHT © 1998 BizNet Communications . All rights reserved.
The Fool
Who Invented Kissing
He clubbed her and dragged her off to the cave.
She hated him.
He washed her face, untied her, and gave her the last meat from the fire.
That was better.
Hungry himself, he licked her greasy fingers, then her face. His lips brushed hers,
paused, touched again.
Tomorrow, he would kill meat for her.
By Doug Long E-mail:
doug@douglong.com
COPYRIGHT © 1998 BizNet Communications . All rights reserved.
The Family
Farm
Five generations of Burkhardts lived and died here.
Their tombstones overlook the pond.
Mary and I (the new owners) are renovating the kitchen when three translucent figures
appear.
"Welcome and keep up the good work," they chorus, before floating through the
solid, stone wall.
Startled, Mary grips my arm. "And if we dont?" she gasps.
By Doug Long E-mail:
doug@douglong.com
COPYRIGHT © 1998 BizNet Communications . All rights reserved.
Mom Knows Best
"Youve lost weight, Mom."
"Got to watch my figure for Dad."
"Youre 82, Mom. Dads dead. You need to eat!"
"Dont harp at me, sonny Jim. Your Mom knows best."
A month later, Jim asks: "Whatd she die of?"
"Malnutrition," the doctor replies, "werent you looking after
her?"
"Did the best I could," Jim shrugs.
By Doug Long E-mail:
doug@douglong.com
COPYRIGHT © 1998 BizNet Communications . All rights reserved.
Hilda Isn't Coming
Hilda wasnt coming. He was sure of that now as
he rocked on the porch in the muggy Florida air.
"Hilda isnt coming," he whispered.
He whistled in the dark, then rocked himself to sleep.
He was dreaming of Hilda when she hit, flattening his house and roaring through town at
180 miles per hour.
By Doug Long E-mail:
doug@douglong.com
COPYRIGHT © 1998 BizNet Communications . All rights reserved.
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