Storied Orlando – Chapter 47: Ceiling

Storied Orlando
Chapter 47: Ceiling

Chris’ Android read 3:42 AM and he was wide awake. He laid in bed watching the scene play out like a movie on the ceiling. Rehearsing the kissing scene with Sara today and he found himself surprisingly aroused. He had to ask for a break for fear someone would notice his trouser tent. Was it a fluke? Or would he need to conjure images of his dead grandmother to make it through the Orlando Fringe run? “So freaking unprofessional,” he whispered. “So unlike me.” He rolled over, put his arm around his boyfriend, and tried to get some sleep.

Storied Orlando is a short-short story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 46: Handmade

Storied Orlando
Chapter 46: Handmade

Kay couldn’t believe her eyes. Her high school nemesis Beth, fifty years later. Aware her breathing changed, Kay flashbacked to late ‘60s Winter Park High when Beth Hansen (now Mrs. Eisenach, apparently) and her clique would check the labels in Kay’s clothes during gym class, confirming they were not brand; Kay’s mom had handmade them. How lucky that Kay had not called in today, as she had been tempted. She would have missed checking-in Beth, the college grad, to a job fair. Welcome to karma, bitch, thought Kay. The most promising prospect inside was third shift at Taco Bell.

Storied Orlando is a short-short story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.

This chapter is for L.K.S. & C.M.F.

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 45: Dali

Storied Orlando
Chapter 45: Dali

Summer could still feel the sharp sting in her hand as if a dozen fire ants were making a meal of her. She wondered if the security guards would be less miserable if their office had the vibrant lighting of the museum’s galleries, instead of fluorescents.  She should have known better than to come to the Dali on a day when school was out. Too many people getting in the way of her art fix. Why bring an ill-behaved 7-year-old here? The blame for this rested squarely with the girl’s neglectful parents. Summer was beyond sated, having smacked the brat.

Storied Orlando is a short-short story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 44: Song

Storied Orlando
Chapter 44: Song

I was three – well, twenty-one to you – when I realized I had been here before. It happened one day when the dads were singing to me; one of our favorite things. I was once a musician, I thought. No, wait, I even wrote the songs! Sometimes I think the dad who dabbles in Buddhism suspects my past, but I have no way to confirm it other than cuddles, licks, and a deeper song. I don’t think I lived in Orlando, but I’m guessing I did alright in that life, since I got to come back as a dog.

Storied Orlando is a short-short story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 43: Gertrude

Storied Orlando
Chapter 43: Gertrude

Mayor Dyer’s life changed in a remarkable way after opening the time capsule. Once a week he uses a skeleton key to take City Hall’s elevator to Floor J, per instructions on mite-eaten paper; both items he secretly snagged during the media hullabalu. Reciting foreign words scribbled on the paper opens the wall in a Tiffany-esque kaleidoscopic vortex, through which steps a young Gertrude Sweet from 1883, ragtime wafting behind her. She tells him stories of Jernigan and her Mayor brother, and he tells her about modern Orlando. In person, her chronicled beauty is undeniable; the Mayor harbors a crush.

Storied Orlando is a short-short story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 42: Skullcap

Storied Orlando
Chapter 42: Skullcap

David wondered how the young man could wear that maroon skullcap in the Florida heat. He stole glances across the Quest lobby of his perfectly sparsely scruffed thin face while the guy — was he a hipster? — looked at his phone. “Blake, you can take this down the hall to the restroom.” Unobserved, David observed Blake’s perky, denim-clad butt as it left the room. A urine sample, David imagined Blake was a druggie badboy. Soon David was leaving the phlebotomist’s chair, when he spied Blake’s sample unattended in a cheap plastic basket. Unnoticed, he slipped it into his bag and left.

Storied Orlando is a short-short story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told. 

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ever young

ever young
by scottie campbell

two decades
ten years
on top of
ten years
twenty years
two decades

all this time
and i am here
while you are
ever young

thousands of days
sometimes pondering
the numbing futility of it
thousands of days
sometimes forgetting
the love, as you did

two decades
ten years
on top of
ten years
twenty years
two decades

all this time
and i am here
while you are
ever young

thousands of days
sometimes wondering
the very purpose of me
thousands of days
sometimes wallowing
the dull brunt of you

two decades
ten years
on top of
ten years
twenty years
two decades

all this time
and i am here
while you are
ever young

thousands of days
sometimes mourning
the candles unlit, unwished

for svc

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