Welcome back to Stock Fiction, the short fiction, non-fiction, poetry, humor and multimedia playground of yours, very truly, Meg Oolders.
About six months ago (has it been that long?) I posted a little collection of 50-word stories I’d written for my friend
’s bi-monthly Fifties by the Fire soiree.Today, I have a few more slices of micro fiction to share, along with a sampling of 5-7-5 haikus I wrote for
’s many, many moons ago. I thank both of these talented writers for providing the prompt fuel for today’s story fire.And, as a nod to Stock Fiction’s original publication hook (yes, it had one of those once), I’ve included a colorful garnish of inspiring stock photos.
Enjoy your story morsels.
color
lavender waves crash
bravely over her forehead
framing amber eyes
Candy
I considered fake drowning to get her to notice me. Because I couldn’t stop noticing her. The way she wrapped her lips and tongue around that cherry red sphere of hardened sugar on a stick made my teeth hurt. I never knew her name. She was just Candy to me.
loss
indentations where
you slept resist reshaping
nothing can fill them
Soundtrack
He stopped measuring the distance in miles and started measuring in songs. Melody carried him over each violet dune, spurred his legs to drum on, his breath to rebound, and his eyes to cling to the orange glow kissing the horizon. There was only sky. Only music. To the end.
heartbreak
duplicity scars
the juggler misjudged her mark
no one from some ones
What Remains
Take what you want from me.
I offer it to you, willingly.
My gifts, my conquests, my flaws, and my missteps.
Gather them up like a wad of refuse, for they are meaningless.
Burn them.
They are past.
Now gather me, and what remains.
And love me.
As I am.
Candy was a fun one.
Love to see my little face in there😂😂 I didn’t expect that. These were lovely pieces, made richer with the imagery. I wish all your pieces were as visual! You really are a master at choosing stock photos.