One Page Stories

Morning came and made her think I can only make what I feel. Melancholy has to be my only friend, for it grabs and entertains me the most. I see her often enough we are practically best friends anyway. "Best friends remain those who can cross swords and laugh

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When the springs ran out one Spring morning all of the village wept deeply. Some hundred years later they were no longer the place of harmony and retreat; the Thousand Springs. With one fall, and of no fault of their own, they've been defined anew. The Last Droplet

Something dark and twisted troubled the little pink piggy. Its off-white hair has curled the deeper it sunk into the sheets of the softest bed. Little piggy turned to the right side. Little piggy turned to the left side. "SMACK," the little piggy punched the uneven pillow with

And the man smiled. Through his teeth gleaming streaks of gem and yesterday's flavour. Dancing on top of a cage trousers down. In between his cheeks was a parade of glitter. Raw and uncut was his style. Throbbing to sides dominating all surroundings. Opal King led his people

There once was a man who spoke far too much for anyone to bear. One day out of nowhere he shut up and said no more. Everyone wondered what had happened, why the discomforting quiet. All but one never got to know. That the man had little to say, when

Writing to me was always the laziest of art forms. Anyone can do it. All the good stories have already been told. The opposite is true. Good storytelling is a skill learned and carried through generations. Great storytellers are those who surprise you with a story told a million times