Tad Winslow's published ficlets
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Late Nights (2)
The branches spun like a high powered fan just below the ceiling. They abruptly erupted with noise like a chainsaw and scream…
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Late Nights
John laid painfully awake in his bed and tried so hard to shut his eyes. His bottom lids acted as bouncy rubber—top lids p…
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What A Crab!
If my school morning mentality could be expressed by a trumpet I’d say it would sound like a half hearted push of air squeaki…
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Intent to Murder
Clayton watches Addison go—he’s begun counting how many times Addison will turn his back on him. One trick is to interact …
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Grand Prize -- 2nd & 3rd (Pen Name Challenge Wrap-up)
3rd Place
—-—-—-—-——> MELIAShe wrote a realistic slice of Wil Wheaton’s life. Check it out Wil and comm…
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Awards
Without further ado here are the Winners for the Pen Name Challenge.
Up first may you please put your keyboards and mouses t…
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the Penguin Perp and the Live Gorilla (Pure Randomness continued)
Speaking of penguins—as they waddled off one of the more blubbery specimens let loose with an all too liquidy vanilla bean…
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The Randomness Must Go On
I opened the door and was greeted by the Cleveland Browns, that’s right, the entire team. Forty plus players rumbled into my …
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The Royal Beauty
The diamond emitted its own energy—projecting the color of the caribbean onto the otherwise white linoleum floor.
“It’s …
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Addison's Descent
Clayton remains in an oblivious slumber by my feet, announcing his indifferent stance on the recent events with voluminous sn…
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My Protector
The scarecrow is no longer by my side. Looking back up the hill for assurance I see it cemented in its posture—eyes wooden…
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The Frightful Leader
The fear that had previously pumped my heart with it’s cold grip now lessens into a sturdy palm of protection.
I feel safe….
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Mason
There’s only so much New Hamphire beach. A strip, really, is all it is. But that strip is where I live and love. So don’t bad…
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Scarecrow's Offer
The scarecrow’s hands break like a shell—toothpick timbers burst out and reveal thick tri-pod fingers. Its talons sink int…
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A Blimp With No Teeth
Freshly woken, in a stale state of mental murkiness, I opened the fridge and considered my options.
Orange juice boring, m…
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Nice Things (Flute Faerie's 1000th)
Kermitgorf—Hands down the coolest storyteller on ficlets. He is unassuming and humble. He’ll stick up for you and at the s…
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A Cat in the Scarecrow's Cradle
I move into the first row of corn and stop, looking back into the barn, squinting against the sun. Sweet air from the farm po…
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Within The Universe (A Poem)
The transparent surface reflects
Flesh eclipsing
My skeleton’s silence,
While all around me
The universe
Vastly veils a…
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The Cow That Doesn't Tip
She takes her corn and leaves no coin. The cow that doesn’t tip.
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(Your Pen Name Here) CHALLENGE
Hello again!
It feels marvelous to be back in the big, comfy, cushiony, community of the bright and brief!
Getting back into…
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