I’m so angry right now. She promised she would text after landing. It was literally the last thing she said before boarding the plane. Probably chatting up a flight attendant!
Wait a minute, mum is calling me to see something that’s on the news. BRB…
Word length: 6, 50, and 100 stacked story @microzine @ericadrayton
Story…
Title: Preparing her son to take flight/TW
6 words:
Mom, I’m ready for the flight.
50 words:
“I promise I’ll text right when I land and every day” her son knew how to calm his mom’s worried soul. Nothing seemed to ease her heart this time. She had an uneasy deep guttural bad feeling about her only child of only 18 taking flight to a foreign land.
100 words:
“Where has the time gone? Do you have everything? Let’s get going, we don’t want to be late to the airport” she said as she wiped away her tears. “Mom, have you seen my passport?” her son said with a panic in his voice as he came down the stairs with his bag. “Just kidding, you raised me well. I’m a smart one for 18, aren’t I?” Laughing as he tried to lighten the mood. Right as she looked up at his pale white face, he stumbled down the stairs. The flight he took that day wasn’t at an airport.
The penguin was apoplectic. “This is pure and simple bullshit. I won’t have my birdness dictated to me. Let’s see this place in person. At least we surpass the dress code lol. So, they will let in some chicken who likely ends up as a breaded nugget, but not us. (50)
Outside Birdland, the bouncer, a hulking condor, looked at his list and shook his head, dismissing the penguins. “Go play with the emus.”
The proud penguin kept cool. “Do your research. Since the earliest categorization of the class Aves in 1676 flight has NOT been a prerequisite.”
That night the club door was welded shut and a tube inserted to pump in frigid air.
Windows were sealed from outside.
Birds who could survive the polar-blast, Arctic terns and such, soared beautifully through the air in breathtaking arcs until slamming bloodily into the icy barricaded exits.
Word Length: 50 words
Story Title: Final Thoughts
AIM: 19:24
I’m so angry right now. She promised she would text after landing. It was literally the last thing she said before boarding the plane. Probably chatting up a flight attendant!
Wait a minute, mum is calling me to see something that’s on the news. BRB…
19:30 Angelgrrl02 disconnected
Word length: 6, 50, and 100 stacked story @microzine @ericadrayton
Story…
Title: Preparing her son to take flight/TW
6 words:
Mom, I’m ready for the flight.
50 words:
“I promise I’ll text right when I land and every day” her son knew how to calm his mom’s worried soul. Nothing seemed to ease her heart this time. She had an uneasy deep guttural bad feeling about her only child of only 18 taking flight to a foreign land.
100 words:
“Where has the time gone? Do you have everything? Let’s get going, we don’t want to be late to the airport” she said as she wiped away her tears. “Mom, have you seen my passport?” her son said with a panic in his voice as he came down the stairs with his bag. “Just kidding, you raised me well. I’m a smart one for 18, aren’t I?” Laughing as he tried to lighten the mood. Right as she looked up at his pale white face, he stumbled down the stairs. The flight he took that day wasn’t at an airport.
This is submitted to Erica Drayton for the MicroZine
FLIGHT, 50 words
He is a broken-winged bird, and his flight is very slow.
Inspire him with your compassion.
She’s single, alone and lowly, and she’s lost all hope.
Rescue her with your friendship.
Will you be the helper of the poor, the defender of the weak,
the protector of the little ones?
Word length: 6
Story Title: Daedalus
Story:
For sale: waxen wings, gently used
Story :
Hope
Words 6
Serenely soaring. Searching effortlessly journeys end.
Word length: 6 +50 + 100 stacked
Story title: No Fly Zone (TW)
Story:
Bird: Warm-blooded egg-laying beaked feathered vertebrate (6)
The penguin was apoplectic. “This is pure and simple bullshit. I won’t have my birdness dictated to me. Let’s see this place in person. At least we surpass the dress code lol. So, they will let in some chicken who likely ends up as a breaded nugget, but not us. (50)
Outside Birdland, the bouncer, a hulking condor, looked at his list and shook his head, dismissing the penguins. “Go play with the emus.”
The proud penguin kept cool. “Do your research. Since the earliest categorization of the class Aves in 1676 flight has NOT been a prerequisite.”
That night the club door was welded shut and a tube inserted to pump in frigid air.
Windows were sealed from outside.
Birds who could survive the polar-blast, Arctic terns and such, soared beautifully through the air in breathtaking arcs until slamming bloodily into the icy barricaded exits.
The crime was never solved. (100)