A friend pointed me at an anthology being put together of 42-word stories and suggested I give it a go. So I did, but since I’m only allowed to submit one and I wrote a bunch more, I decided to post the others here.

I hope you like them.

1 – If I had to do it all over again, I’m not sure I’d start at the beginning. Not because that isn’t where my problems stem from, or because I don’t think it would help. Mostly because fuck going back to high school.

2 – I distinctly remember people being frustrated whenever I was happy. I could be happy for them, why couldn’t they be happy for me? Now? I know that people are selfish. At the time? I just learned to always be a little sad.

3 – During the war I did things that would have made me vomit a year before, but violence and tolerance have a way of escalating. It’s funny how easy it is to become hard, and how hard it is to become soft again.

4 – With coffee that tasted vaguely of plastic and cancer, Rick crouched down to look at the victim and idly wondered what a younger, less jaded him would have thought. Realising a younger him would have vomited he took a sip of coffee.

5 – A smile changed my life and opened my eyes to a world of happiness I couldn’t have imagined on my own. A smile that shone like a light on my heart, setting me free and blinding me to the rapidly approaching train.

6 – “Is? Is anybody there?”




“I can hear you, where are you?”


“Please tell me where you are!”

“I did.”

“Who are you?”


“Stop saying that and tell me! … … Hello!”


“Please, where are you?”


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