Timothy is a Christian who enjoys creating visual art and writing. He has a B.S. in Psychology.
A Few More Stories
I write stories all the time. It’s been a while since I tried my hand at flash fiction stories. I have been writing longer stories which I really enjoy sinking my teeth into. I figured it was time to write a few more flash fiction stories of 99 words or less. These stories are tougher to pull off because you have limited words to craft a story. I hope you enjoy each of these stories. I hope to write more in the future.
“Excuse me dear. Why are there weapons in my bathroom?”
She looked over at him. “Well...Uum..”
“I’ve told you before. I don’t like it when you bring your work home with you. It is bad enough having a spy for a wife but…”
“Okay… I was going to move them. But to be fair you do leave shaving stuff in there all the time.”
“Yes dear, but my shaving stuff cannot kill someone.”
She laughed. “I’ll try to keep my guns cleaned up from now on. Now can we have a quiet dinner?” Gunshots sound outside.
The angels sat around in a circle. Why, not one of them knew. It did not bother them to stand. Still the head Angel insisted they handle this session like the humans. So here they sat waiting for the first Angel to speak.
“Why are we here?” One Angel.
The head Angel replied. “This is a meeting of Guardian Angels who have had trouble with the humans to whom they are assigned.”
“So it’s a gripe session.” Replied a plump little Angel who appeared as a female.
“Not a gripe session, “said the Head Angel. A small therapy group.”
The Sad Angel
The sad Angel looked down from Heaven
And saw what the world had become
He remembered it as it once had been
When the Creator had Created it all.
The beauty of the untainted oceans.
He filled with all manner of fish
The land aglow with jewels of color
Teaming with animals of all kinds.
Now the world was full of mankind
Who did not see the world the same.
They killed the animals by the score
Tainted the once pristine water and land
The sad Angel shed some tears, turned
His eyes away. He could look no more.
“There may or may not be a dead body in our living room.”
He looked at her. “What do you want me to do?”
“I’m not touching a dead body. Beside maybe they’re just sleeping.”
“They’re not sleeping...they’re dead.”
“Wait what's a dead body doing in our living room anyway?”
She looked at him. “How should I know it was here when I came home from the store.”
“And you’re just mentioning it to me now...why didn’t you call the cops?”
“I wanted your advice on what to do.”
“What to do...call the cops.”
“What do you mean he is missing?”
An elf named Leroy looked at the elf who had just ran in the door.
The Claus is lost.”
“Really again. So where have you looked?”
“We’ve searched the whole village. From the top of Tall Hill to the depths of Deep Valley. Oh yeah, we even searched the toy shop. No Claus.”
“Hmm if I were the Claus where would I be?” He looked at Claude. “Oh I got it. The Claus finder.” He pulled a device from his pocket and hit a button. It beeped once.“He’s in Bermuda again.”
Think Twice Before Speaking Once
“Like I told you before you have to think twice before speaking once.”
“But...in my defence she asked me how she looked...so I told her.”
“There’s your problem Gary. When a woman asks you to tell her how she looks, never tell her the truth. She just wants you to tell her she looks good even if she doesn’t.”
He just stared at his sister. “Isn’t that just leading her on? I mean if other people are saying how bad she looks...isn’t it my responsibility to tell her how she looks?”
“No, she’ll figure it out”
The Angel Bell
It is often said that when a silver bell rings an Angel has gotten their wings. This is so not true however. You see an Angel doesn’t fly. They just kind of pop in and out as they so please. So you see when a bell rings. It’s a bell ringing unless it is an Angel bell. What is Angel bell you might ask. Well an Angel bell is a bell when rung calls forth an Angel to help answer a prayer. How do I know this you might also ask? I’m a real Angel. My name is Martin.
I Am Santa Claus
“I am Santa Claus.”
“Sure you are buddy. If you’re Santa then why are you sitting in a backwoods diner in Beckley.”
“Why am I here Joe. I’m here for you.”
“Me, why me? Wait, how’d you know my name.?”
“I know all about you Joe, but it is your heart which I’m more interested in.”
“My heart, this is starting to get a little creepy.”
“No, your heart, as in the love there for all. You see Joe my health is fading and I want you to be Santa.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“No, you’re going to be Santa
I Am Santa Claus Part 2
“My time as Santa is up and back have to pick a new Santa. You are my choice.”
“But what if I don’t want to be Santa Claus?”
“You don’t have any choice. Once chosen there is no going back.”
“So, I don’t get a say in this?”
“No, you get a say.”
“You get a say on whether you want a Mrs Claus or not. If I was you I’d find one. I had a Misses until she passed away. She was…”
“I don’t mean to cut your story short but...you are for real...
I Am Santa Claus Pt 3
Joe looked at the old man. “I’m not on one of those hidden camera prank shows am I...I mean did someone put you up to this?”
“No,Joe I chose you because you’re like me. An orphan who never really developed any close relationships. So when I was chosen I jumped at the idea of helping children’s hearts with joy. It is the same desire I see in you.”
“Wow, this isn’t a joke, you expect me to leave everything and go with you.”
“Yes...just as I did.”
“Well that is it then. I am Santa Claus.”
There you have them 10 different flash fiction stories. I hope you enjoyed them as much as I did writing them.
© 2020 Timothy Whitt
Timothy Whitt (author) from New Jersey on December 02, 2020:
Thank you for your very kind words.
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on December 01, 2020:
I really enjoyed these stories, Tim. Especially with Christmas fast approaching. They set the mood and bring a smile.