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Short Story Ideas

I love Facebook.  My friends and I have been able to share ideas and keep connected as the years have come and gone.  In 2016 I started a challenge.  I asked my “wall” of friends to tell the story behind this image.

 

Given my family and friends are all very unique, I didn’t know what would happen.  These are my footprints, in the first snowfall of 2016.

My friends came up with some great stories though!  Here are a few for your enjoyment.  Maybe they will spark an idea of your own?

Just a little farther. He could see the smoke from the chimney, it gave him strength. His Burden was heavy at times he had almost left it where it lay rather than heft it again. Always his thoughts were of home and he trudged on. Just one more step then one more it seemed endless. He looked once again, the smoke looked closer now that the snow had stopped falling. Thinking of the gifts he carried in his bag his eyes twinkled. A new dress for his wife, a gun for his boy, a doll with blue eyes the color of his little girls. Candy and other things they only had one time of the year. Merry Christmas he said as he opened the door and was greeted with laughter and hugs. It had been worth the long journey.  ◊Sindy Curry

 

He held his breath, the only sign that would give him away was the cold air making steam as he exhaled. He crept through the snow with a soft crunch, moving towards the laboratory door. The two guards were talking quietly to each other, and didn’t spot him. No one could spot him as his powers made him invisible to both the human eye and electronics. His Quantum power was working perfectly he only had to hold his breath…The Mist paused and looked around. He figured there may be a random roving guard but he didn’t know for sure. Before he took another step , he froze in place. A mere 5 feet from the guards, ….HIS FOOTPRINTS! ◊Cory Shonuff Gelnett

 

You see the tread patterns in those tracks? They are from the Arctic Wanderer, one of my top-selling boot designs. I started out as a simple shoemaker long before becoming the owner of one of the top footwear manufacturers on Earth. As old as I am, I never get tired of making shoes. It keeps me grounded, I guess. I akways try to stay in touch with who I am. Who am I? My name (at least right now) is Matathias Melchus. You know me, the shriveled up old man who owns Goodfoot Shoes and Outfitters. You’ve probably bought things at my store in a local mall. Maybe on the internet? What am I doing out here in the snow, an elderly man all alone? I’ve come to rest in a cabin I own up here. I flew myself in. That was my Beaver you saw crash into the side of that mountain over there. I restored her withy own two hands. Shame i has to wreck her, but it was her time. I can see you think it’s almost MY time, too! Don’t worry about me. I’m just going to have a lie down when I get to the cabin, and I’ll wake up a new man… literally.

Go on, sonny, I don’t need your help. Thanks for the offer, but I’m not in any danger. You see, I am invulnerable, and I can’t die. Or sleep, except once a year. Tonight is the night, and it’s a special one. I will be so rested in the morning, you would swear I was 66 years younger!

No, I don’t need to see a doctor! My head is fine, and my mind is as sharp as a tack! I just need to find my cabin, say my prayers, and rest a bit. That’s right, kid, say my prayers. You pray, don’t you? What?! Let me give you some advice: say your prayers every night, always wear clean underwear, and if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all!

Of course, being rude is what got me into this sleeplessness in the first place. I was rude to a man who was on my shop’s doorstep, who only wanted to rest a moment under a heavy burden. Instead of being compassionate, I was rude, obnoxious. This man I was unkind to looked at me with the most solemn, heartbroken eyes I had ever seen, and spoke to me. I thought at first he had cursed me unmercifully. Now, after all these years, I see it really was a blessing. I’ve learned a lot, seen a lot, done a lot, and helped a lot since then.

Well, thanks for walking me to the door. I’d invite you in, but I really want to get to sleep. I go to bed 100 year old Matathias Melchus, and I’ll wake up as my 33 year old “great grand nephew” Juan Esperadios. Why did I trust you enough to tell you what I really am? Who I’ve been? Go and tell the reporters or cops that you met the Wandering Jew in the Yukon, and let me… or Juan, I guess, know how that works out for you!  ◊Jim Cook

 

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