Tag: Flash Fiction

Don’t Look Back.

Hey, y’all. How’s your week been treating you so far? I know it’s only Tuesday, but make sure not to tire yourself out too quickly with whatever you’re doing, whether it be work related, doing some hobbies, or even doing nothing. As for me, I’m just taking it one day at a time.

So, lately, I’ve been talking with a great friend of mine who’s a musician, and he’s been asking me to send some stories his way to help get is creative mind flowing when he wanted to work on music. To me, I always like it when somebody uses my stories as sense of inspiration, whether it be for drawing, making music, or even just trying to get some kind of ideas when they’re at a mental road block. So when my friend started using some of my stories, I returned the favor when he sent me some of his music for me to write a story to.

For the next couple of day, I’m going to be sharing those stories that I wrote to my friend’s music. I would listen to each track multiple times in order to get a sense of what kind of theme or story I wanted to tell, and then I kept replaying it over and over once I sat at my desk to type. In case you guys want to join in and see if my story matches the music, head on over to my friend’s SoundCloud – Amacnyc.

For the first story, we have the first track on the Ornate Project Set playlist – Don’t Look Back.

Enjoy~

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100 Word Story – It’s Just Business (Finale)

The successful life of a busy business woman is no easy task to achieve. From having to spend hours, sometimes days at a time running on little to no sleep to make sure things got done, making tough decisions in order to better improve your status, and even vanishing from your social life for just a little bit, I was able to create the lifestyle that I wanted. Being able to sit on my ass all day, doing nothing while the money just rolls in.

I know it sounds shady and even a bit ignorant, but don’t we all dream of working so hard that one day our income just starts to increase on its own? Besides, it’s not like I just sit around every day literally doing nothing.

I still have to deal with meetings and such like a regular boss.

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100 Word Story – It’s Just Business (Part Four)

The successful life of a busy business woman is no easy task to achieve. From having to spend hours, sometimes days at a time running on little to no sleep to make sure things got done, making tough decisions in order to better improve your status, and even vanishing from your social life for just a little bit, I was able to create the lifestyle that I wanted. Being able to sit on my ass all day, doing nothing while the money just rolls in.

I know it sounds shady and even a bit ignorant, but don’t we all dream of working so hard that one day our income just starts to increase on its own? Besides, it’s not like I just sit around every day literally doing nothing.

I still have to deal with meetings and such like a regular boss.

Continue reading It’s Just Business

100 Word Story – It’s Just Business (Part Three)

The successful life of a busy business woman is no easy task to achieve. From having to spend hours, sometimes days at a time running on little to no sleep to make sure things got done, making tough decisions in order to better improve your status, and even vanishing from your social life for just a little bit, I was able to create the lifestyle that I wanted. Being able to sit on my ass all day, doing nothing while the money just rolls in.

I know it sounds shady and even a bit ignorant, but don’t we all dream of working so hard that one day our income just starts to increase on its own? Besides, it’s not like I just sit around every day literally doing nothing.

I still have to deal with meetings and such like a regular boss.

Continue reading It’s Just Business

100 Word Story – It’s Just Business (Part Two)

The successful life of a busy business woman is no easy task to achieve. From having to spend hours, sometimes days at a time running on little to no sleep to make sure things got done, making tough decisions in order to better improve your status, and even vanishing from your social life for just a little bit, I was able to create the lifestyle that I wanted. Being able to sit on my ass all day, doing nothing while the money just rolls in.

I know it sounds shady and even a bit ignorant, but don’t we all dream of working so hard that one day our income just starts to increase on its own? Besides, it’s not like I just sit around every day literally doing nothing.

I still have to deal with meetings and such like a regular boss.

Continue reading It’s Just Business

100 Word Story – It’s Just Business (Part One)

The successful life of a busy business woman is no easy task to achieve. From having to spend hours, sometimes days at a time running on little to no sleep to make sure things got done, making tough decisions in order to better improve your status, and even vanishing from your social life for just a little bit, I was able to create the lifestyle that I wanted. Being able to sit on my ass all day, doing nothing while the money just rolls in.

I know it sounds shady and even a bit ignorant, but don’t we all dream of working so hard that one day our income just starts to increase on its own? Besides, it’s not like I just sit around every day literally doing nothing.

I still have to deal with meetings and such like a regular boss.

Continue reading It’s Just Business

Bus Ride Home

Hey, everybody. I did my usual of looking up the Word of the Day on Merriam-Webster before starting on some projects, and my brain pushed this one out. It’s not as long as the typical stories, but it was just a quick burst I needed to get out. I may come back to it in the future for something extended.

Today’s Word of the Day for April 6th 2021 from Merriam-Webster is Hoosegow. Enjoy!


The bus ride was rickety the entire time, making me feel like I was back in grade school on a field trip. No matter where I sat on the bus, I was bouncing in my seat, swaying from side to side as it made sharp turns and abrupt stops. Whenever I closed my eyes to try and forget where I was for even just a brief moment, my memories would play back to my grade six field trip to the city aquarium; the bus ride was really the only enjoyable part.

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Café and a Small Tea

This story is actually a little bit different. I spent some time thinking about my writing style and how I don’t really enjoy putting too much emphasis on descriptions unless it’s needed, more or less just some quick writing to get the idea out. I wanted to focus more on character interaction and dialogue, making it a more relaxed story. So if this seems a bit different than usual, that’s why.


Suzanne walked into the café with her order already in mind. As soon as she walked through the glass double doors she could hear the chit-chat of the dozen of people lounging around the café, some standing up and leaning against the walls, and some relaxing at the small round tables in group. Slow jazz music came from the stereo system above, giving that nice touch to an already calming atmosphere.

As she made her way to the counter, she got on line and casually looked at her phone until she was called up. She could hear the barista repeating the orders of customers who she was serving, asking their name for when it was ready for pick-up. Quickly repeating back orders with a clear voice, it was no wonder the café had her working the front.

“Next customer, please. Miss?”

Breaking away from her screen swiping habits, Suzanne looked up when she hear the barista calling out, realizing that she was indeed the next customer in line. Knowing exactly what she came in for, she walked up to the counter and looked directly at the barista.

And then, once she saw the barista, Suzanne didn’t know what to say.

Her daily morning trips to the cafe lasted only a couple of minutes at best. She would always order her usual small tea, light sugar and milk, with a toasted cream cheese bagel. The transaction would be over in a matter of seconds, and waiting for her simple order would have taken only a minute, even during the busiest of mornings. So why was she having such a hard time trying to place her order today?

The barista called out again to Suzanne, “Do you need a moment to think about your order?”

Suzanne focused on the barista. Underneath the mandatory uniform hat was a short, perfectly-trimmed pixie haircut, obviously dyed black and white. Freckles lightly dotted the bridge of the her nose and her round cheeks. Her attire just met the requirement of the cafe, wearing an unzipped hoodie with the company logo over a plain white tank top, and a pair of black jeans.

The barista was dressed rather normal and plain, but Suzanne couldn’t seem to look away from her.

“Small tea and a bagel toasted with cream cheese?”

Suzanne finally snapped out it, “Huh?”

“That’s what you usually order, right? Small tea and a bagel?”

Suzanne quickly got flustered when then barista somehow knew her order, “How did you know what I get?”

“Lil’ Georgie told be about you.”

Confused by the name, Suzanne tilted her head and asked, “Little Georgie….?”

The barista chuckled when she saw Suzanne tilt, “George. The male barista who’s usually here in the morning? You know, the one with the orange afro?”

After coming here almost every morning for more than a year, Suzanne never really paid that much attention to who was taking her order. Her main focus was just getting her breakfast and heading back to the apartment as fast as she could. If this barista brought up this “Little Georgie,” then it must be right.

“I don’t really pay attention to people, I’m sorry,” Suzanne admitted, shrugging.

Whoever this Little Georgie is sounds like a creep now that I think about it, but whatever.

100 Word Story – Service, Please! (Finale)

Service, please.”

The two waiters standing in front of the order counter picked up their respective serving trays and went into the sea of dining tables and hungry patrons. I took a brief moment to catch my breath and wipe the few drips of sweat from my forehead.

Christ,” I mumbled, “We’re really in the shits today.”

In the middle of my few seconds of peace, another waiter approached the counter and handed me two more ticket orders. Undoing the top button of my chef jacket to let some air out, I faced the kitchen and read out the orders to my staff.

New orders in, listen up.”

Every person kept at their stations, cooking orders and preparing the dozens of incoming meals, as I read off the tickets. It was lively both inside and out the kitchen, everybody on their toes and working like a well-oiled machine. Dishes were leaving the kitchen at a rapid pace, compliments from satisfied customers came back in droves, and everything had a whiff of delicious food. This was the peak performance of my crew.

But tonight was a different story.

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100 Word Story – Service, Please! (Part Four)

Service, please.”

The two waiters standing in front of the order counter picked up their respective serving trays and went into the sea of dining tables and hungry patrons. I took a brief moment to catch my breath and wipe the few drips of sweat from my forehead.

Christ,” I mumbled, “We’re really in the shits today.”

In the middle of my few seconds of peace, another waiter approached the counter and handed me two more ticket orders. Undoing the top button of my chef jacket to let some air out, I faced the kitchen and read out the orders to my staff.

New orders in, listen up.”

Every person kept at their stations, cooking orders and preparing the dozens of incoming meals, as I read off the tickets. It was lively both inside and out the kitchen, everybody on their toes and working like a well-oiled machine. Dishes were leaving the kitchen at a rapid pace, compliments from satisfied customers came back in droves, and everything had a whiff of delicious food. This was the peak performance of my crew.

But tonight was a different story.

Continue reading Service, Please

100 Word Story – Service, Please! (Part Three)

Service, please.”

The two waiters standing in front of the order counter picked up their respective serving trays and went into the sea of dining tables and hungry patrons. I took a brief moment to catch my breath and wipe the few drips of sweat from my forehead.

Christ,” I mumbled, “We’re really in the shits today.”

In the middle of my few seconds of peace, another waiter approached the counter and handed me two more ticket orders. Undoing the top button of my chef jacket to let some air out, I faced the kitchen and read out the orders to my staff.

New orders in, listen up.”

Every person kept at their stations, cooking orders and preparing the dozens of incoming meals, as I read off the tickets. It was lively both inside and out the kitchen, everybody on their toes and working like a well-oiled machine. Dishes were leaving the kitchen at a rapid pace, compliments from satisfied customers came back in droves, and everything had a whiff of delicious food. This was the peak performance of my crew.

But tonight was a different story.

Continue reading Service, Please

100 Word Story – Service, Please! (Part Two)

Service, please.”

The two waiters standing in front of the order counter picked up their respective serving trays and went into the sea of dining tables and hungry patrons. I took a brief moment to catch my breath and wipe the few drips of sweat from my forehead.

Christ,” I mumbled, “We’re really in the shits today.”

In the middle of my few seconds of peace, another waiter approached the counter and handed me two more ticket orders. Undoing the top button of my chef jacket to let some air out, I faced the kitchen and read out the orders to my staff.

New orders in, listen up.”

Every person kept at their stations, cooking orders and preparing the dozens of incoming meals, as I read off the tickets. It was lively both inside and out the kitchen, everybody on their toes and working like a well-oiled machine. Dishes were leaving the kitchen at a rapid pace, compliments from satisfied customers came back in droves, and everything had a whiff of delicious food. This was the peak performance of my crew.

But tonight was a different story.

Continue reading Service, Please