In my tireless effort to become a “real” writer, I sometimes dabble in writing short stories. Some of these were written for a challenges in which I was given a few elements that must be included in the story. Others are simply stories I felt inspired to write without direction.
They are all fiction, they are all written by me – Malissa Greenwood – and they are all yours for the reading. Enjoy and please let me know what you think.
*Short story originally written for a flash fiction challenge in which the elements of Drama, a conference room, and a baby rattle were to be used. The conference room smelled of furniture polish. I sat alone at the long mahogany table admiring the elegant decorations...
The list of expenses was never ending. But the list of income, on the other hand, was short. And the credit cards were at their limit.
It was bad enough to have been in that monstrous lab for as long as she was, she couldn’t imagine going back. What horrible experiments would they perform next?
I don’t know what it’s like to live anywhere other than Earth, of course, but I just have this feeling that there has got to be more for me out there.
I spent a great deal of time wandering in search of a fulfilling life until one day, over a hundred years later, I realized what I wanted.
I opened the thick metal door and started down the corridor in search of unit 143.
I think most children grow up with safety blankets or favorite toys, but Bobby clings to his goggles like they are a super hero cape, putting them on whenever he needs to be brave.