Tag: Flash Fiction

100 Word Story – Stupid Question (Finale)

There’s that common saying of “There’s no such thing as a stupid question.” While, at first, it takes some time to understand. Inside the classroom, asking questions is the best way to gain knowledge. At work, asking questions is the best way to understand how to perform your duties. At home, asking questions is the best way to make sure the family is doing fine.

But when it’s your best friend asking a question, they can honestly ask some really stupid questions.

My mind raced back and forth, doing a mental lap, thinking about Sasha’s question. No answer came to mind, so I shrugged.

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100 Word Story – Stupid Question (Part Four)

There’s that common saying of “There’s no such thing as a stupid question.” While, at first, it takes some time to understand. Inside the classroom, asking questions is the best way to gain knowledge. At work, asking questions is the best way to understand how to perform your duties. At home, asking questions is the best way to make sure the family is doing fine.

But when it’s your best friend asking a question, they can honestly ask some really stupid questions.

My mind raced back and forth, doing a mental lap, thinking about Sasha’s question. No answer came to mind, so I shrugged.

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100 Word Story – Stupid Question (Part Three)

There’s that common saying of “There’s no such thing as a stupid question.” While, at first, it takes some time to understand. Inside the classroom, asking questions is the best way to gain knowledge. At work, asking questions is the best way to understand how to perform your duties. At home, asking questions is the best way to make sure the family is doing fine.

But when it’s your best friend asking a question, they can honestly ask some really stupid questions.

My mind raced back and forth, doing a mental lap, thinking about Sasha’s question. No answer came to mind, so I shrugged.

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100 Word Story – Stupid Question (Part Two)

There’s that common saying of “There’s no such thing as a stupid question.” While, at first, it takes some time to understand. Inside the classroom, asking questions is the best way to gain knowledge. At work, asking questions is the best way to understand how to perform your duties. At home, asking questions is the best way to make sure the family is doing fine.

But when it’s your best friend asking a question, they can honestly ask some really stupid questions.

My mind raced back and forth, doing a mental lap, thinking about Sasha’s question. No answer came to mind, so I shrugged.

Continue reading Stupid Question Part Two

100 Word Story – Stupid Question (Part One)

There’s that common saying of “There’s no such thing as a stupid question.” While, at first, it takes some time to understand. Inside the classroom, asking questions is the best way to gain knowledge. At work, asking questions is the best way to understand how to perform your duties. At home, asking questions is the best way to make sure the family is doing fine.

But when it’s your best friend asking a question, they can honestly ask some really stupid questions.

My mind raced back and forth, doing a mental lap, thinking about Sasha’s question. No answer came to mind, so I shrugged.

Continue reading Stupid Question Part One

100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Finale)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part Five)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part Four)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part Three)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part Two)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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100 Word Story – Rush Hour (Part One)

I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.

So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.

The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.

May God save the person who decides to approach me…

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My Young One (Part Twelve) [18+]

It’s been some time since I’ve first met Anna, since she first came up to me at the bus stop. Naturally I was hesitant about her wanting to help me out; I still consider what would have happened if I never got into her car to drive me to school. The general rule is to never get into a car with somebody you don’t know. But there was something about Anna that pulled me in…

Just from looking at her outward appearance, I instantly knew she lived a lavish and luxurious lifestyle. From sitting in the passenger seat of her luxury-grade car, having a private outdoors dining table at the Italian restaurant, and seeing the number out designer outfits she wears for casual outings, Anna is a woman who already has everything in the world she could possibly want. And if she didn’t, she knew how to get it.

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