A Story A Day 31th Oct

The very last story then. It's been lovely. I hope the whole thing has been enjoyable to others than just me but if not, it was still entirely worth it. Day 31, a full month, what comes next hopefully will be the most fun. Get in.

Gareth double checks the plugs, turns off the lights and sets the alarm. Flicking the last switch he looks back and says, “Ten years man, ten years.” Then turns the key.

A Story A Day 30th Oct

“I never thought this was how I’d spend my 45^th birthday” Keith thinks, sat in an empty bar surrounded by students. He looks at his card, “May god let happiness blossom.”

A Story a Day 29th Oct

Jim smoothes a silk stocking over his knee to his thigh. Facing the mirror he takes a deep breath, then mutters, “don’t be daft.” and carries on getting ready for work.

A Story A Day 28th Oct

Eleanor sits in a cafe lost in reverie. The world fails to notice the tear that wells heavy in the duct and drips onto the open newspaper in front of her.

A Story A Day 27th Oct

I returned home to find my possessions on the lawn. Clothes, books, even the antique hat stand inherited from my mother. He kicked me out, all because of a little sex.

A Story A Day 26th Oct

Nearly at the end of the 31 word story a day then. Today's story is concerning the ever poisoned chalice that is 'youth.'

Over in the corner stand the young guns with the confidence of kings. Eighteen and trying for reckless, drinking cokes, playing pool, affecting an air of sarcasm, secretly hopeful, entirely doomed.

A Story A Day 25th Oct

Nick leans against his scooter by the seafront of his hometown. A group of tourist girls giggle coyly in unison. “Better than nothing I suppose.” He sighs, turning to follow them. 

A Story A Day 24th Oct

The children run and dance and scream, their bodies feral and electric. The adults clutch beer bottles and paper plates and talk about heating bills, pine nuts and the poll tax.

A Story A Day 23th Oct

Alan lays out all the photographs of her on the floor. Carefully arranging them into chronological order he is saddened that a whole lifetime can span just a few square feet.

A Story A Day 22th Oct

Day 22 of my epic 31 word a day short story challenge! It's getting really difficult to keep these interesting. Ive begun to think of all the characters as being somehow linked, as if they all live in the same estate or neighbourhood. After some comments about the stories being 'Dark' I thought today I'd do one that was a little more lighthearted. Day 22.

Banging away frantically, Mickey is baffled when a small red fez falls from his head, landing on her bare chest. “Put it back on!” She says desperately, urging him to continue.

A Story A Day 21th Oct

Dennis examines his knuckles, swollen and calloused from twenty years of southpaw uppercuts. The banging on the door and sound of voices grows louder. Making a fist, he closes his eyes.

A Story A Day 20th Oct

The shutter clicks. Fran stares doe-eyed into the lens, feigning innocence. He asks her to pull some bits in, while pushing others out. She obliges, waiting patiently for the right moment.