500 Words – Entry 21: A flower

Wednesday. A short story of less than 500 words. Entry 21, five entries away from my goal. This feels huge. This story is called a flower, a little sad.


The meadow crunched under his feet.

You must be crazy! She had said it every year. Her laugh had flowed in a sparkling river every time.

You are the crazy one, he whispered, do you really think I would not take the moment to celebrate something so important.

It was a dance they had enjoyed every year, a dance he longed for as soon as it passed.

The tiniest flower held on to the warmth in its heart to stay alive in the harsh cold. It was the last survivor before winter clawed away all that was green and all that was happy.

You are strong, the man murmured. When all else gives up, you fight on. When all else fades away your shine rise above. You are beautiful. You are true. Just like her.

He dug up the tiny flower and followed the path back. He held the flower in his hands and pressed it close to his heart. The path ended in a long line of rocks. The engravings told of people known and unknown. He planted the little plant in front of one of the rocks, right beside a ceramic pidgeon.

You are the crazy one, he teared up. We are stronger than this. We are the flowers clinging on in the cold. Nothing can break us. Not even this.

He put his hand on the rock. He kissed its edge.

I will see you soon. Our waiting will soon be over. Happy anniversery.

500 Words – Entry 20: The first time

Entry 20! So close to my goal now. And I am really getting into the routine of writing contuously. Entry 20 goes into the horror spectrum, but just a little.


Somehow the first time is the hardest.
Like the first time you ride a bike, the first time you make love, the first time you shoot, the first time you kill…
Well, Ken still convinced himself about the last two.
Shooting a person to kill was very hard the first time.
The second time… Yeah, the trigger was still heavy.
Why did the world have to end during my life time? Ken thought and pressed his hand harder around the gun. 
The girl laughed. “is Mr. Man-of-the-house not up for the task?”
Why was she so young?
“Missing you little girl, aren’t we?” The fierce fire in her eye erupted in flames. “You think I can be like her?” The girl pushed herself up on her elbows. “You know what I did your baby girl?”
“STAY DOWN!” Ken screamed.
The girl froze, then she smiled. “I tied her up real good. She cried. I think she called for you” Her voice went into the high pitch of a little girl. “Daddy, where are you?” She stared at Ken and pushed herself up on her hands. “Her tongue tasted amazing. I just had to take on more bite.” She shivered. “Blood and tears really are the best seasoning.”
She laughed a shrieking laugh. “I bet her father tastes even better.”
Suddenly she was in the air. Her hands stretched towards him in human claws. The crazy depth in her eyes came closer.
Ken shot. Again. And again. He shot until only blood remained of the girl who once visited his house ever so often. That was the second friend to his daughter he killed today. It would not be the last.
A new laughter bounced against the walls.
Ken reloaded.
The first two times are the hardest, he thought to himself. They have to be.

500 Words – Entry 19: Mort and Bilk

I am in a mood. I am sorry for that. But well this story made me giggle and it released some steam,
Let me introduce two winged creatures. Mort and Bilk. These two always has something important to say.


Hey Bilk, have you heard the latest news? A grey old man stretched his wings far and wide showcasing his magnificence. He yawned. Apparently, they blame it all on these humans now again.
A second old man with his dark hair still showing no sign of giving up scanned the two wings. He puffed his pipe with a groan.
Please stop that Mort, he said, if you have to strech them. At least wash them every now and then. The bird shit must have grown into them by now.
Little grumpy today, are we? Mort sat down beside his friend. You know they shut down my water last week. He chugged remaining brown liqour from a bottle. I am lucky to still have somewhere to live.
They shut down all water last week, you idiot. At least you can have decency to go down to the water like the rest of us.
Wash myself in a pond, like our ancestors? Mort threw his bottle to the ground. No! If I go down, I will go down like the father who fell in love. Not like his miserable love interest.
You know that’s a myth right, Bilk looked up from the clouds bolming out of his mouth.
Mort shrugged. Who cares? We are human, we have wings. And you know what? From what I have seen from those idiots, one of them banging a pidgeon doesn’t feel so farfetched.
Bilk sighed and shook his head. Yeah, you are probably right about that one. So how have the bastards wronged us this time?
Wronged us? Mort asked as he removed something from one of his feathers. Oh, yeah that. Apparently, the big guy sent down a new plague to unite the man across his wonderful world. You know to bring in prayers, which brings in the big bucks, which saves the world. Standard stuff.
That sounds like the big guy’s reasoning. Once again Bilk filled his lungs with smoke.
Yeah exactly, and you know what the humans did?
Let me guess, smoke was release in a cloud big enough to swallow Bilk’s head. Something stupid.
Better up, they don’t care. Life as usual. Some even call it a concpiracy. Hah! Some even say the lord all mighty have a plan that will spare them.
Bilk looked up from his pipe, then he laughed a harsh rasping laugh. Oh, God I needed that. They haven’t been paying attention, have they?
Nope, not even the slightest. Mort leaned back on the bench. He caught something on his wing and wiped it away with his sleeve. So, what do you say? Should we head to the pub?
How come it took you so long to ask a so important question. Bilk grabbed his friend’s shoulder. Come on! Lets get pissed.

Do you want to read more weird? Head over to Entry 6: A cubic sunset

500 Words – Entry 17: A new future

Continuing on the theme on the last entry. The theme has become some what more important to me as time passes by.

Hope you enjoy this entry!

A new future

They are asleep now, he thinks. My futures. He walks the room back and fourth. The tiniest of compartments for the largest of life.
The magnitude of it still felt beyond what he ever could comprehend.
The baby sighed in a sleep that could be over at any given second.
The first time father sat down next to them. He did not feel like a father yet.
Will I ever? He thought as he caressed the soft cheek.
How can you even exist?
How can I ever be what you need? I am not even what I need myself to be.
The baby’s hand found his finger and tightened around it. The baby sighed again.
The screen above the bed lit up with the latest results.
They are healthy, he thought as his eyes scanned the numbers.

‘A better life. A longer Life. All possible with SurgeRay.’

Below the encouraging slogan a line of products lined up. The top seller flashed green against the white background.
He bought two.
He looked down at the futures once again.
I will be what you need. At least I must try.

Want to read more? Take a look at ‘A new friend’

500 Words – Entry 16: A new beginning

Wait is it wednesday already? Alright then! Lets get us through the middle of the week with a short story. This one and entry 17 will follow kind of theme. I don’t it will be to hard to spot what the theme is.


It has been hours, she thought, can’t we just go home and forget all about it. We set the everything on paus and continue again tomorrow.
“You’re close now Carol” The metallic voice between her legs said.
Her husband took her hand. “You can do this.” He said. “You are strong.”
No, she wanted to scream in his face. You don’t know how strong I am. But the words did not find their way out of her mouth.
“Your next contraction starts in seven…” The sterile voice instructed. “I want you to push along with it. Push in 5, 4, 3, 2”
“Stop counting!” Carol screamed with all her lungs as her body pushed the last of her will through her pelvis. For what felt like an eternity her mind lost track of reality. Everything was pain.
Her consciousness resurfaced at the sensation of the pressure letting go. And a baby screamed somewhere in the distant.
“Congratulation!” Robotic arms lifted a tiny body up in the air. “It’s a boy.” The little boy flied through the air on two robotic arms with a blanket over the body.
A boy, she thought through the fog, I have a baby boy.
The boy landed on her chest. She looked at the tiniest face she ever seen.
He is mine, she thought.
“The birth was successful.” Sterile needles penetrated fragile skin.
No, she thought, but she was so tire even breathing was challenging.
“All levels are within limits. The child needs no further examination.”
Carol leaned back in her bed. For the first time in she didn’t know how many hours, she felt calm.
I have a baby, she thought again, he is mine.
“Feel free to rate your experience when you have rested. We want to create the best experience possible for our soon to be parents. We are SurgeRay. A better life. A longer Life. All possible with SurgeRay.”

Want to read more? Take a look at ‘Neurons’

500 Words – Entry 15: Witches

Well it is time for entry 15 in my tell a story in less than 500 words challenge. Just so you know ‘state-of-the-art’ is one word at least according to Microsoft Office.

While writing this story I couldn’t shake this nagging feeling. This feels familiar. My brain hammered me with the mantra throughout the process of writing this story. But I ignored it and continued writing. It’s just a story anyway. It having some familiar elements with one of my other stories won’t be such a big thing. Or was it two stories. Or…….

Anyway. Below you can read ‘Witches’



”These are our top tier products, sir.” The well-dressed man knocks on the glass wall. “There is no better on the market, and it won’t ever be.”

Two men scanned the tank from the floor up, and then down again. The naked woman inside remained asleep.

“How do we know it’s safe.” One of them asks. He tilts his glasses as he leaned closer. His luxurious watch rattles.

“Our state-of-the-art quality control ensures no damaged goods ever leaves our production, sir.”

The man steps back seemingly satisfied with the answer. “I would like to take a look at this quality control.” He says drily.

“Off course!” The salesman smiles one of his most radiant smiles. “Right this way. As you understand our quality control needs to be of the highest possible standard, we are working with humans after all, and psychopharmaceuticals.”

“How do you select these specimens?” The second man asks. His short blond hair glimmers in the lamp light.

“We pick them with care.” The salesman pushes a series of buttons by a door. “We are in contact with a series of orphanages specialized in loyalty and extraordinary physiology.”

The door opens and the laboratory and all the hospital beds lining inside are on display for the three men.

“As you see we have competent personnel monitoring the products throughout their stay with us.” They walk past a series of screens. “We monitor biomarkers in their blood stream known to cause instability and brainwaves are scanned to catch any irregularity.”

A woman bursts out from her bed in the middle of the room. “I am gonna kill my Love!” She screams. The doctor next to her loses his throat to her hungry teeth. “The darkness is mine…” She looks around hungrily and locks on the blond man looking at her. “You are not standing in my way for a life in nightmares.” She laughs and chargs out of her bed.

“I am sorry you have to see this…” The salesman says and puts himself in between the customers and the faulty product. He picks a gun out of his coat and shots.

“You can’t escape meeee” her scream interrupts in blood as the bullet blows her head clean off.

“Soooo,” the salesman turns around with a smile. “How about we continue the tour? If you choose us to deliver your soldiers, they won’t suffer from the anomalies this one did. I can assure you that much. All abnormalities are stopped in this lab.”

The two men starred at the blood bath now being cleaned of the floor by two assistants.

500 Words – Entry 8: Cupid“Our worst subject thus far was the one who called himself Cupid. He locked down the whole lab for a week and made a bow of our personnel. That was a bloodbath. The guards took him down after some serious casualties. Why can’t you find love, he screamed. Doesn’t that sound funny to you.”

The two men look at each other. They nod. Both smile.

“We’ll take hundred.”

Want to read more? Take a look at ‘Hunters’

500 Words – Entry 14: A New Friend.

A new wednesday, and a new short in my 500 words story challenge. This time someone is meeting a new friend. And he is just so happy for it.


There they are again. I found you!
I am happy to see you too. Look what I found! Isn’t it wonderful? A new thing. What did you call it? A squid. I love squids. The long arms scratch so good against the itching in my mouth. Can we get another one? Oh you know what? Dad! Look what I learned? Butt in the air. And stretch. Aaand. Tada. I can touch you now!
Got your nose!
And this thing! It tastes so sweet. And it SHINES!
Just look at it!
What did you say?
A new friend? Where?
Please dad. Show him to me. Where is he?
He is just perfect. A long tail. I’m going to catch it. Wait. Okay. Butt in the air. Stretch. Butt in air. Stretch. I got you know. Wait where are you? Are you biting my toes?
Now I got you.
Wow, you jump so high. Dad. I love this friend. Can you catch him for me?
He is so soft.
What did you call him?
A kitten. How wonderful!
Can he follow me on the stroller?
Can we bring the sweet thing too? Can we make it shine again.
This is the best day ever.

500 Words – Entry 13: Shepherd

497 words this time. I know, I know I’m living on the edge. A man this dangerous should not be let to have a blog. Yet here I am typing. And you know what, I will never stop!

In this weeks entry we get to meet a shepherd. What is she shepherding? Why is she shepherding it? Well, read and find out. And maybe speculate a little bit.


“It is a dirty job, but someone got to do it. And who’s more capable for a dirty job than me.”
The girl tilted her hat and looked over the fence to the vastness that had become her home. No one answered her. No one had since… forever.
Loneliness was the sole constant in her life. Today a static angst flooded the air was her company though.
At the edge of the vast field she saw a dark shadow wandering the path it had been wandering the last two days.
She spat on the ground, right beside her leather boots and jumped down from the fence.
Someday it will come closer, she thought. And then I have to be ready. Again. I am the shepherd of this one-monster flock and I’ll be damned if they ever get past my fence.
“You hear that!” She screamed. “You will never get past me! Never ever!”
The shadow raised its head. It looked in her direction. The fire burning inside the hollows reflected the darkness only a desperate soul could harbor. This darkness could kill. It would if given the opportunity.
Her hands touched the guns on her belt, just to be sure. They were there. Just as they always were. Their bullets would not kill the darkness though. No matter how many bullets fired, all they did was hurt. But even hurt scares away the fiercest monster if it is fired in plenty.
The shadow in the horizon had taken its fair share of bullets. It wanted out into the free world. It wanted the blood on the other side of a consciousness.
The two, the girl and the monster, stared each other down. One with fire burning in it eyes one with bullets ready at her hips. The monster turned. It shrieked.
And all the skies turned dark. Only the fire in its eyes shed light on the harsh world.
Its laugh echoed on the field. The fire got closer.
“You feel brave you silly fool!” The girl said. Yet she knew she was the fool for taunting the monster in the first place.
She always did. Somehow, she could never resist the temptation when the sensations in the air became too heavy.
Days like this she wanted the world to burn. She wanted the darkness to break free. She wanted it to taste blood.
Yet she was a shepherd put into this world to protect the outside from the insanity roaming the inside.
She had not lost yet. No matter how many times she taunted the darkness she always fought it back in the end.
With bullets of hurt.
The eyes burned by the fence. The shepherd and the monster stood eye to eye.
She put her finger on the triggers.
“Come get it.” She whispered.
The darkness laughed, a shrieking soul wrenching laugh.
Then it attacked.
The guns fired relentlessly into the darkness. They fired hurt in all its colors. They fired until only darkness remained.

500 Words – Entry 12: Hunters

Well, well an other wednesday which means another entry in my 500 Words story challenge. This time the story is called Hunters. Can you predict how this is going to end? No peaking.


They were three. Never more, never less. One down meant one to join. One to join meant one to die. A rough life for rough people.

“We will attack at sunset on the open field.” Master Craven said and scratched the scar on his chin. “They will never expect that.”

“Aye” Master Viper agreed. “From below the sand.”

“A challenge worthy of our might my fellow brothers. What do we need to accomplish such a task?” Asked Master Glen, always the one to ask what’s important.

“A straw each.” Master Craven picked up straws from his pocket. “Maybe more to not suffocate. And our weapons need to be easily hidden along with us.”

The others nodded.

“That won’t be a problem.” Master Viper said and took a sharp slim sword out of his belt. “These goblins won’t know what hit them.”

“We have to be careful though.” Master Craven added. “There will be many. And they will bring trolls.”

“Aye.” Master Glen sighed. ”Trolls. This is a dangerous mission we have in front of us.”

Master Craven put his hand on Glen’s shoulder. “That’s why we are payed in fortunes. Remember the words.”

All three men punched their chest. “We are hunters. We build the future.”

“Good.” Master Craven looked at the two men in front of him with radiant pride. “Lets go.”

The three men journeyed to the field and among the iron bars and the sand they hid until the morning light. The tension was thick, this was their biggest mission yet. This could also be their last.

The first goblin shrieked as it entered the battlefield. Unknowing of the dangers below, it picked up a shovel. It dug happily, as all goblins do. The guarding troll moaned. They always moaned.

“Not yet.” Master Craven whispered.

Another goblin entered the field with its troll. A troll entered the with two goblins. Soon the field crowded with monsters. All goblins shrieked. All trolls moaned.

A goblin stepped into the sand. It laughed, it found a car.

“Now!” Master Craven bursted up from the sand and cut the goblin in two. “Come on you filthy animals!”

“Eat this you slobby cretins.” Glen laughed. His rifle took down troll after troll after troll.

“Not so jolly now, are ya?” Viper chased a goblin up a ladder. The goblin cried. Viper laughed.

It was a successful mission. The three was a pride to their kind and their story would be told all over the world as cameras captured the mayhem on a playground quickly drowning in blood.

“We are hunters.” The three screamed. “We build the future.”

500 Words – Entry 11: Dear Mr. Diamond

A little story I have had brewing for a while. A letter from poverty to power.


Dear Mr. Diamond,
I know, I know, this is old fashioned.
I mean, I’m sending a letter to the tech giant Sean Diamond, CEO of the technical wonder SurgeRay.

A better life. A longer Life. All possible with SurgeRay.

The words are written everywhere.
You if someone should rely solely on mail and virtual channels for your communication. Everyone else do in your world, don’t they?
Anyway I send this desperate letter hoping it will contrast from your other channels flooded by the world’s praise.
And besides, we don’t have computers. Not anymore. They took them away when we asked the wrong questions.
About the same time as they burned our books.
All in the name of our safety.
I am the last generation who learned how to read. The developed world does not build schools here anymore. None of that money goes to us.
As one of the last men aware of the unfairness in our home, I beg you for one thing Mr. Diamond. I beg you for one thing that would begin the end of our suffering.
Find another source for your minerals. We don’t need you to dig it up for us. We don’t need your help to build a better life. We don’t need you funding our oppressors. We don’t need more guns, nor we need more slavery.
We need our sons and daughters back.
Last time I saw my son he pointed a gun at me. He knew nothing of who I was.
Last time I saw my daughter she walked the streets were your workers take a drink and find amusement. A mere child already carrying a child herself.
So I beg you again, find your minerals somewhere else.
Tell your friends to do the same.
Help us to a better life.
Help us to a longer life.
Be what SurgeRay promises.

Best Regards
A father and a teacher