Short Story Day five 150 words — The NYU Library was a treasure trove. As a grad student it was thrilling to get access to special collections and rare periodicals. To borrow or get access you had to fill out a form and wait. Now almost everything is online, but before the advent of Google in the…

Short story day four 150 words

Short Story Day Three 150 words — Mansions were no longer necessary. What really impressed was to offer guests the most elaborate projections and experiences. Since any imagery was possible, creativity became the tool that made you popular. What could you create? The Moon or Mars? Been there, done that. Dinner with Greek and Roman philosophers? Nah …

A short story about what might be next — It was late at night and the last thing I wanted to do was watch television with Janet. She preferred hunkering down on the couch in front of the TV in our tiny New England dorm. “Why don’t you join me? There’s a new streaming platform called Platz and I…

Short Story Day Two 150 words — “You can’t go to that funeral. What will people think?” “Look Jodie, I’ve been married to the Marsh Spring Chief of Police for forty years. You know why? That woman in the casket kept all the marriages together in this small town.” “She was the town slut. How can you say that?” “None of the men who strayed went very far. They worshiped beautiful, very loose Betty. I pretended not to know, but he always came home happy after.

Short Story challenge Day One 150 words — We didn’t see it till the spitting image of Marilyn Monroe walked into our Google conference room. We feared it, but didn’t believe the AI simulator using a holographic input with a 3D nanoparticle printer could make a human copy. …

With nowhere to go —

That changed me forever — As we passed by, a man in ragged clothing asked us for money. My friend’s oldest son quickly took out his wallet and said: “Here you go buddy.” I was impressed at the speed of his generosity. A few seconds later, as we moved further along the street, I heard…

A poem — My apologies to the me… —