50 Word Thursday — Hauling Boxes

b4db9377-63d8-470e-8af2-d177383aac86“It’s simple,” the man said. “All you have to do is carry these boxes from this house to the one at the top of the alley. I’ll give you five dollars for each box.”

I was out of work and really needed the money. There were maybe 20 boxes to be moved, so I figured sure, why not? A hundred bucks to move boxes. I estimated about 10 to 15 minutes each way and figured I could have all 20 boxes moved by the end of the day, no problem. So I got started hauling the boxes, one at a time, up the alley.

Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening. Each box seemed a little bit heavier than the one before it. By the time I got to the tenth box, it was so heavy that I could barely lift it.

I hadn’t bothered asking the old man what was in the boxes. I didn’t think that was any of my business. But when the box was almost too heavy to lift, I had to see what was inside of it. I pulled off the tape, opened the flaps and looked inside. “Oh my God,” I screamed.

(200 words)


Written for 50 Word Thursday. This week’s prompt was provided Kristian Tales From the Mind of Kristian.

The rules for this prompt are:

  1. The completed piece must be in multiples of 50 words — maximum of 250 words. Anything is acceptable — poetry, story, anecdote.
  2. There will be a photo (above) and a random phrase from a book that Kristian is currently reading. That phrase is, “Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.” You can use either the picture, the phrase, or both.
  3. Please pingback to Kristian’s prompt post and tag your post “50 word Thursday.”

If anyone else feels like participating in this prompt, please feel free to do so and link back to Kristian’s post.

50 Word Thursday —Trippin’

4C9C1579-F39C-4C36-B0D5-520A9F12CA0C.jpeg“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“On what you’re seeing.”

“I can’t describe what I’m seeing.”

“So how am I supposed answer your question?”

“What question?”

“You asked me if I’m seeing what you’re seeing.”

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Seeing what I’m seeing?”

“Sure. Whatever.”

(50 Words)


Written for the 50 Word Thursday prompt, hosted this week by Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith.

50 Word Thursday — A New Beginning

74dfb48b-8c3c-457f-b457-2ee2232970fa“You’ll stay here until it’s time to go. I’ll take you to the transport and then you’re on your own,” the woman said.

“I don’t want to be on my own,” the boy said.

“Why not?”

“I’m afraid. I’ve never been outside the wall. I’m just a kid, you know.”

(50 words)


This was Written for the 50 Word Thursday prompt, now hosted by Kristian of Talesfrom the Mind of Kristian. Click HERE to read the challenge’s rules.

50 Word Thursday — Naughty or Nice

0930ADE7-9D59-4DFA-8870-17C978A8C973The old man stopped to look keenly at my attentive and wondering face; and then said: “Did you carve those initials — KK — in the sand?”

“Yes, I did,” I responded. “Why? Are those your initials?”

“Yes, they are, young lady,” he said. “I’m Kris Kringle. Are you naughty or nice?”

(50 words)


Written for Deb Whittam’s 50 Word Thursday prompt. Deb presents us with a photo and a random phrase that she has taken from the current book she is reading. We must write a post in multiples of 50 words — maximum of 250 words — using either the photo, the phrase, or both.

50 Word Thursday — When in Rome….

B83EBC82-CD5B-4565-A437-2083F9722345He was told by the concierge at the hotel that if he wanted to rendezvous with someone, the place to meet that person would be at the Piazza del Popolo. So naturally, he still wanted to go there, one way or another, and to find that brunette, if she existed.

But whether she really existed was the ultimate question. They’d “met” two months earlier in a chat room and hit it off instantly. She was in Italy and wanted to come to the States to be with him, but didn’t have any money. She suggested he wire the funds to her so that she could pay for the airfare.

His friends told him it was a scam and if he gave her any money, he’d never see it again. But he knew they were wrong.

He decided to fly to Rome to find out if she was real or if he was being scammed. When he wrote her about his plans, she didn’t answer. 

Once he arrived in Rome, he messaged her to meet him the next day at noon, but got no response. Still, he went to the Piazza and waited.

“Alan? Is that you?”

She was, indeed, real!

(200 words)


Written for Deb Whitman’s 50 Word Thursday prompt. The idea is to write a post in multiples of 50 words — maximum of 250 words — and to include a random phrase from the current book Deb is reading. That phrase is in blue in the post.