December Knight's Blog, page 5

Short Story 22

The train leaves in ten minutes. She held the ticket firm in her grasp looking out at those populating the station. There were only two trains, both were quite large though one was filling at a far faster rate than the other. The apparently more popular of the two was luxury in appearance. The external hull was waxed black of unearthly depth, with a long maroon strip of rich red flowing across its length. Beside this was its more archaic rival. A pale white with a golden tri...

Morning Coffee

We drink coffee every morning, but today was different. I entered the kitchen and prepared to do what I always did, reaching into the cupboard taking down two mugs. I stopped, my eyes fixated on the one in my left hand. Pale blue with the word, ‘a cup of stress always helps me relax’ impressed into the ceramic, a matte cream. I put the one in my right back up on the shelf without looking at it. Auto-pilot brought me to the coffee pot. Here I set the mug before taking the empt...

Short story 21

We drink coffee every morning, but today was different. I entered the kitchen and prepared to do what I always did, reaching into the cupboard taking down two mugs. I stopped, my eyes fixated on the one in my left hand. Pale blue with the word, ‘a cup of stress always helps me relax’ impressed into the ceramic, a matte cream. I put the one in my right back up on the shelf without looking at it. Auto-pilot brought me to the coffee pot. Here I set the mug before taking the empty...

Goodbye Yesterday, Welcome Tomorrow

So, it is a new year yet again. 2022 has been filled with both a lot of joy and a lot of problems. It has been a mighty challenge for me to keep up with the short story prompts and I’m pleased to look back and see we’ve made it to 20, just a little less than half a year’s worth. I personally have enjoyed the challenge thus far and of course hope all of you have as well. I thank all of you who have taken the time to enjoy them and support my endeavor to pro...

The Fight of the Unseen

‘I don’t think he will win his game.’ Rain pattered down and these words reverberate, like a drop in a puddle it fans out. His face is quite pale, limbs numbed and cold. There was no one around to stare now. Nothing to interest anyone. He had risked life and limb and had come to this.

The water hitting him was warm, it was a summer rain. The sun had only set a quarter of an hour ago, the sky above was still gray and starless. The world easily forgot the likes o...

Cup of Joe

The bell above the door rings with an old fashion jingle, a quaint silver bell hanging in its path. The man who walked in took no notice of the bell coming or going. He seemed in a low mood; his suit disheveled, dark hair run through till it hung lazily where it fell. Glancing around he saw the environment he had entered for the first time.

A coffee shop, walls were an expresso color, the tables a warm wood with leather seats. There was a homey, earthy scent to the air tha...

Wild Goose Chase

Jim moved his pawn watching the old man across from him perform his first of many excellent counter attacks. Mr. Kim, or Kim In-Su, was a man of the rip age of ninety-five and like most of his age had returned to an appearance of infantile likeness. Though slender all his life, old age had thickened him adding a layer of comfort to his body. His black hair still fought against the gray, only a few strands managing to maintain their resistance.

Jim, or James McFarlin, ...

Jack of All Trades Master of None

There was once a box. Like most boxes of its type, it was brown and had flaps and edges. It was held firm by tape and had the words ‘family room’ written in red permanent marker on its side. It was not a large box, instead rather smaller and was 16x12x12 inches respectively, it was unaware of how many centimeters that was as it was not aware of metrics. It was filled from bottom to top with books. It is a well-known fact that small box’s are best for books ...

A Little Bird Told Me

There is a village where a man sits in a room filled with birdcages. He has long hair kept very nicely, appears always in the ripe bosom of youth and dresses in flowing robes. He remains by himself much of the time and talks to the birds of all breeds and kinds that are housed in the open cages from which they can come and go at their leisure. It is said that there is no secret in the village, or the world for that matter, that he doesn’t know. Many people fear to go t...

The Mundane

She tilted her head back and let whip cream stream into her mouth while taking a bath. There was low scratching at the bathroom door and then whimpering.

“Go away Baily,” She yelled through a mouthful of cream, “I’m not giving you any.”

There was a sniffing sound, and then another whine, before the shadow of the dog turned and became a lump against the door. Charlette sighed sinking deeper in the bath water. Life was one of those things she did out of obligation to ...