My Favorite Short Stories of 2017 – December
This is it, this is the end. Our tour through last year’s 55-words challenge concludes with the month of December. Come discover what pieces are worthy of being called “favorites” one last time. However, before we get to the “good stuff”, here’s an opportunity for you to check out the selected pieces of January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, and November.
All done? That was quick! Okay then.
The first piece is the following:
“I love my new house…” Stanley commented.
“New? You’ve been here for 13 years!” Paul sniggered.
“True, but she hasn’t…”
“Look behind you.”
“Holy… that’s a ghost!”
“How come you’re not afraid?”
“She used to be a Femdom hypnotist.”
And as the saying goes: when the spirit is willing… the cock is weak.
Why I like it:
I love horror stories but I also love to make fun of horror. Written on December 2nd, Her spirit is a funny ghost story, Funny ghost stories are the best kind of ghost stories one can come up with. That’s something I need to do more often.
The second piece is the following:
“What are you doing, Jeff?”
“Writing a letter to Santa, Mike.”
“You’re thirty-seven, dude!”
“I know but can’t I wish for something this Christmas?”
“Of course you can, sorry. So what are you asking him?”
“A hypnotic dominant woman to serve for all eternity.”
“Just perfect. May I sign my name, too?”
Why I like it:
A piece for the romantic in me. Written on December 7th, many people reached out to me privately after I originally posted it saying it was very sweet. It is, isn’t it? I admit that such remarks weighed heavily on my decision to include it in this month’s lot. Santa is not real but I hope that anyone that has wishes like these is able to have them come true, sooner or later.
The third (and last) piece is the following:
“Come at me,” she goaded him. He charged, sword in hand.
“Come to me,” she whispered, eyes glowing. He faltered, lost his grip, began walking towards her.
“Come with me,” she suggested. He obediently followed.
“Come for me,” she commanded. He did. The crowd cheered.
To the victor, the spoils. To the loser, the spill.
Why I like it:
Written on December 17th, Gladiator is a bit of dirty fun with what I believe to be a very good punchline. The word “come” is also a very good word (admit it!) even though some probably prefer “cum” when all is said and done. And that’s the way the cookie crumbles. This retrospective is complete. Thank you.
What about you? Do you have any favorites you would like to share with me? Use this link as a reminder of all I’ve produced in December 2017 and let me know your thoughts in the comments. No observation will go unanswered. Looking forward to hearing from you.
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