It’s been a busy week. Therefore, I haven’t been able to write a blog post with which I was happy enough to put out today.

But do not despair!

I thought it would be nice to share a little fifty-word story of mine that was featured on a little while back. I wrote it for this blog when I was just starting out and didn’t have much of a following.

I hope you enjoy it.

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Dealing With Blue Monday

Today, across the UK, people are feeling the effects of Blue Monday. A day that, according to a light-hearted formula created in 2005 by Dr Cliff Arnall, is the most depressing day of the year. I think they are important, those two words: ‘light-hearted.’ It is a light-hearted observation of the stress caused by Christmas debts, going back to school, and the terrible weather. That, however, is where it ends.

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An Unfortunate Thief

Slimy little things burst like filthy pustules between his toes; a carpet of pestilential slug-like things that dwelt beneath the city.

He’d lost his shoes in the mire, the guards short after.

When he checked his bag he found a bullet-shaped hole.

He hadn’t lost them, they’d stopped for gold.

A story in fifty words, every Sunday.

The Alchemist

Tarren Vaux, it was rumoured, could transmogrify the hair of beautiful ladies into gold.

The gravity of avarice pulled women from all around the country to him. They would wake up with their hair golden in exchange for a single night.

Tarren Vaux always disappeared.

His trick? Blonde hair dye.

I’m getting back into fifty-word stories now. it’s been just over a year since I last wrote one, so I’m a little rusty.

More of these to come every Sunday.