Category Archives: Short Stories

You’re Not Really Human

It’s your 18th birthday and, upon it, you parents deliver some pretty shocking news: You’re not really human. They admit that they’ve been covering up the fact that you are actually a (fill in the blank). After hearing the news you still decide to go to school, but this school day is different than all your school days past, especially when it’s revealed to others what you truly are.

(500 words or fewer)


Today is my 18th birthday, and I feel like my life is about to change.


As I gather my things for school, my parents come in to talk to me. They say it’s very important, and that it’s something I should know before the Master wakes up. Before I can ask about the Master, they proceed to tell me that I’m not human. What? Not human? Am I an alien or something? They confirm that I’m not even an alien. What is going on here? Finally, they come to the disturbing truth that I’m not real… that this world I live in is not real… and that they are not my parents at all.


This news is so unsettling that I can’t bear to hear anymore. As I try to leave, they begin to convince me with examples and proof: strange and unexplainable things always happening; time moving fast, especially when I’m sleeping; the same furniture in everyone’s houses; dialogue that sometimes doesn’t make any sense; and the weirdest of all, the eerie green, diamond-shaped oracle hovering over certain people’s heads.


I can’t take anymore of this nonsense! I have to leave at once! I grab my things and run out of the house trying to flush out all these lies my parents—or these people, or whomever—have told me.


In an instant, I’m at school, not remembering how I got here so fast. I try to compose myself the best way I know how and remain calm. But as I look around, I begin to wonder if these are actually my friends… if they are actually even real people.


Lies! All lies! It must be. How could what they say be true? And who is this Master they spoke of?


Then, like a click of a switch, I begin to see and hear the strangest things. These people scurry about their day not doing anything in particular. I notice we never spend any real time in class. People talk in odd languages. And I have to admit, there are times where I see a green oracle floating over someone’s head. There, over him, now, over her … changing from one to another and another. But more frightening than that is when I see what someone is thinking. I can’t explain how, but it appears in a dialogue balloon over their head when they are hungry or tired or when they have to go to the bathroom.


This can’t be happening. This can’t be real… I mean, what I’m now seeing can’t be real… I mean, I don’t know what to think anymore. My whole world is crashing down on me right now and I can’t help but follow a path to the bathroom, like I’m being controlled somehow.


I enter a stall to do my business and as I look down, I see the most bizarre thing for the first time: my crotch region is blurred out! What’s happening?! Perhaps there’s a….







…my existence.


I’m Supposed To Get Married Today, But

You call an old flame from high school whom you still have feelings for and ask to meet up. The flame says, “Sure, how about noon at the pub by your house.” While waiting at the pub, your flame walks in—wearing a wedding dress (or tuxedo). The flame looks at you and says, “I’m supposed to be getting married today, but …” What happens? Write this scene.

(500 words or fewer)

As Monica, my old high school flame, walks through the door of the pub, I become utterly speechless. Not only is she as gorgeous as ever, but she is beautifully adorned in a stunning wedding gown. Before I can say a word, Monica sashays up to me and says, “I’m supposed to be getting married today, but getting your call on the way to the church earlier… I knew I needed to see you, Andrew.”


“Monica, I… I had no idea today was your wedding. Otherwise, I never would’ve called—“


“No, no…” she cuts in. “I’m glad you called. I’ve actually been having second thoughts… you know, if I was doing the right thing by marrying David. I mean, he’s a good guy and all, but…” she pauses and just smiles at me.


“But Monica, this is your wedding day! I don’t want to ruin your wedding day.” Despite my words, I can’t help but feel selfish. After all these years, I still want Monica for myself.


“No, you see,” she takes my hand in hers, “you probably saved me from making a huge mistake today.” She slides onto the barstool in front of me. “Everything happens for a reason, Andrew. And your call today, of all days, is no accident. Maybe I’m not suppose to marry David.”


I don’t want you to marry David, I think to myself.


“Maybe all these emotions and feelings that I’m experiencing with you now is telling me something else… like I should be with someone else… like I should be with you.” Her smile freezes time as we lean in and kiss our very first kiss.


“Andrew! Andrew, wake up, dude!”


When I open my eyes, I find myself stretched out on a couch. My best friend is standing beside me in a tuxedo with a whimsical expression on his face.


“Dude, did you forget? You’re getting married in like two hours!”


I look down at my clothes and notice the classic cutaway tuxedo I’m decked out in. The hangover from last night is beginning to subside and I remember that today is my wedding day. I’m marrying Michelle whom I met a year ago.


Bryan, man, I just had the weirdest dream. You remember Monica, from high school?” I say, sitting up on the couch.


“The one you had the crush on all those years?” He hands me a glass of fizzing water. “Drink this. It’ll help.”


“Yeah. She… uh….”


“Dude, I hope it was a good dream,” he says with a devilish grin, “because you better not be dreaming of any other women after today!” He belts out a laugh.


A cell phone rings, and I see that it’s mine and point to it on the desk. As I drink my fizzing water, I motion to Bryan to answer it.


“Hello?… Yeah, he’s right here… Ok, who’s this?… Oh wow, we were just talking about you. Weird. Alright, hold on.”


He hands me the phone and says, “Dude, it’s Monica.”

Undying Love


12 years ago…

that’s when I met her, sitting on a bench in a park,

I instantly knew she was my soul mate with a fluttering of my heart.


11 minutes of silence…

lingered between us before a word was finally spoken,

but since that moment, our connection would never ever be broken.


10 years of marriage passed…

And I was to surprise her with a special anniversary night:

a special diamond bracelet because she was the special jewel that surrounded my life.


9 candles were burning…

then I was interrupted before I could light one more,

with that single flame missing, someone came knocking at my door.


8 gut-wrenching words…

spoken by the officer with compassion in his countenance,

I’ll never forget those words: Sir, your wife has been in an accident.


7 blocks from home…

that’s all she had left, she wasn’t very far,

but it was dark and raining and she never saw the other car.


6 times she rolled…

after the other driver slammed into her side,

when the paramedics arrived, they said she was lucky to still be alive.


5 hours of surgery…

my soul mate lying on a table, her life possibly fading,

I’m outside, alone… pacing, praying, hoping, waiting.


4 o’clock in the morning…

anticipating any possible updates or reports,

then I heard the doctor emerge from the operating room doors.


3 steps away…

that’s how far the doctor got before I saw the empty look in his eyes,

As he mouthed some words, I felt a numbing coldness rise.


2 inaudible words he muttered so softly,

but I knew what they were the moment he saw me.


2 inaudible words that brought me to my knees,

they echoed over and over in my mind: I’m sorry.


1 breath was all I could take, before

1 tear began to break, that

1 second of tormenting agony, I can never escape.


1 wish would make it right, removing

1 thought that haunts me every night, that

1 regret: why didn’t I just pick her up that night?


zero minutes go by…

where I don’t think of her, miss her, or love her.

She will forever be with me, and I will never ever forget her.


This is my…

Undying Love


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 212
For this week’s prompt, write a descending poem. You know the old saying, “Everything that ascends must descend.” Okay, maybe it goes a little different than that. Anyway, there’s a lot of stuff that descends. Find something and write it!

The Awakening Kiss


Her blonde hair fell straight, framing her delicate face.

Her eyes, soft and blue, held me still as she came into view.

As my heart flipped over and over,

I grew anxious as she drew closer.


Her eyes were locked-in.

My mind was rocking.

Her body was stalking.

My eyes were gawking.


Her approached slowed, as she moved in close.

Her smile was warm as it caused my insides to storm.

Without a sound or utter of word,

She came up to me, her breath was all I heard.


Her purpose was flawless.

My body was nervous.

Her presence was gorgeous.

My mind was thoughtless.


What she did next, caught me totally off-guard,

She pressed her lips against mine, firm but not too hard.


Her lips were soft and wet, a remembrance I will never forget,

Time stood still in those moments our mouths intimately met.


When she stepped back, I guided her back under,

One kiss was not enough, I had to have another.


The second was even sweeter than the first,

Something I didn’t think was possible,

Then I awoke from my sleep and realized:

The kiss was just that volatile.


As the minutes continued counting,

I lay in bed, confounding,

My mind vividly recounting,

A kiss that was so astounding.


Even now as I think of this dream, my heart starts pounding.

I wonder if I will ever experience this awake…

I’m wishful, but still doubting.

Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

The Confrontation


The slap across his face leaves his ears ringing, his cheek stinging.

How could you? Her voice coarse, her heart worse.

He stands as stone, his memory tracing, mind racing.

She stands in disbelief, vision blurring, emotions stirring.

His eyes grow distant, his heart hardening, excuses starting.


The Mistress appears, her arrogance flowing, cleavage showing,

offering excuses for the Husband’s adulterous goings.

You conniving whore! Her anger calling, her fists balling.


As the Mistress speaks…

The Wife’s fury peaks…

The Husband freaks…

The Wife’s body leaps…


The punch to her jaw left her body limp, her eyes dipped.

The Wife stands over the Mistress, smiling a bit… Take that, bitch!

The Husband steps to her defense, lacking any common sense:

Thinking he can weasel his way out with some futile penance.


You cheating bastard! Her teeth grinding, her jaw tightening.

Back he shrinks, he can’t think.

As he is ripped to shreds, his ego sinks.


The Husband’s lies left no room for compromise…

The Mistress’s demise: a right cross catching her by surprise…

The Wife is riding a high, her actions justified….


Now, she dries her eyes as the hurt subsides.

She sheds the disguise of her Husband’s bride,

takes determined strides against the swelling tides.


As her marriage divides and resolution shows outside,

she’s left to assemble the tattered pieces broken inside.


In the mirror, she sighs…

Denies the lies…

And applies the advice:

You are much better than the situation implies




With patience and time, her spirits will rise.

She will take to the skies as she starts to realize:


That she is…

And will always be…


A treasured prize.


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

New Year’s Eve Letter From Future You

Writer’s Digest Writing Prompt: At exactly midnight on New Year’s Eve you receive an email labeled “Open Immediately.” The really strange thing is that the email is apparently from your future self. What does it say?
(500 words or fewer) (I did 600 words)

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WD Writing Prompt: Celebrity Fender Bender

While driving to pick up lunch, you accidentally bump into the car in front of you—a light fender bender—that pops open the other car’s trunk. When you get out to assess the damage, you notice that the driver of the other car is none other than your favorite actor. More important, you notice a dead body in the trunk. Who is the actor and what elaborate excuse does he give you to explain the dead body in his trunk?
(500 words or fewer)

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WD Writing Prompt: Footprints in the Snow

Directions: Write a short story of 750 words or fewer based on this prompt: A man who lives alone sees a set of footprints leading away from his house the morning after a heavy snowfall.

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Through the Valley and Over the Mountain

he ran and ran all across the land
moving his legs just as fast as he can
through the valley and over the mountain
he raced home just as the rumors began

he heaved and he heaved, trying to breath
holding on to a hope which he barely believed
through the valley and over the mountain
he was terribly afraid of what he might see

he bumped and jumped into branches and over stumps
fighting the pain and not giving up
through the valley and over the mountain
he stumbled and fell with crashing thumps

he cried as he tried to push away his pride
rising to his feet and continuing the stride
through the valley and over the mountain
he grew more afraid as he felt an emptying inside

he inhaled and exhaled up the mountain he scaled
slipping and sliding with much travail
through the valley and over the mountain
he slowed to its peak, his hopes soon derailed

at the top he stopped
to his knees he dropped
his muscles throbbed
as his body sobbed
through the valley
and over the mountain
the fires burned
his life … robbed

with each troubled step
he would hold a weeping breath
embers and ashes
floating like a web
through the valley
and over the mountain
he desperately wanted to disbelieve
the rumors that were said

his village covered in death
his vision filled with red
his life … stolen
his future … solemn
his family, his friends … all dead
he realizes now he has nothing left


the tightening of his flesh
the burning in his chest
growing obsessed, fully possessed
the sadness and misery … recessed
the anger and fury … expressed

alone and on his own
through the valleys
and over the mountains
he will continue to roam

the quest to avenge this horrible dread
will not end until
is put to death

WD: Writing Challenge

This is a writing challenge from the Writer’s Digest website.

Directions: In 25 words or fewer, write the opening sentence to a story incorporating these three words: fresh, hair and tangled.

I really felt the desire to write, so I decided to finish the story. The opening sentence is in bold, and the rest of the story follows. (I initially aimed for 500 words, then 750 words, then 1,000 words, then I said “screw it, just write!”)
Opening sentence: 25 words
Total words: 1,567 words

The smell of fresh blood filled my nose as I yanked my tangled hair from the gate, wondering: how’d I get into this mess again?

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