This short story came from a prompt at Chuck Wendig’s blog. I have up to 1500 words to write in but I am pretty sure I won’t need that many. It’s called Elegant Daughter, based on a random number generator. Here’s the story: I’ve been called many things.Bratty, snooty, and a B. But one time, just once in my life, I was called elegant. That is what this story is about. How I went from elegant to a B.Yes, it is all related. My parents are not rich. We have never had money in our lives. My dad works two
THE PIE THIEF, by Kim Smith(copyrighted) I stared at the empty plate where a cartoon Santa grinned up at me. It couldn’t be. I had saved that last piece of pumpkin pie for my midnight snack. It was gone! My mouth watered for that piece of pie all through dinner. But I was good. I wasn’t going to eat my dessert until later. Later after the clearing away, the cleaning up, all the washing up. Who had snuck in here after the kitchen was closed? Was it Bobby? He had been licking his lips every time he passed the table.