Storied Orlando – Chapter 29: Corner

Storied Orlando
Chapter 29: Corner

In fifteen minutes Damian needed to be at Will’s to hear Rachel play. Only two blocks away, plenty of time. Except Damian had painted himself into a corner. Literally. He’d ripped the old tile out weeks ago, and decided today would be the day to get off his hipster ass and paint the floor. Dancing to his music, high on beer and fumes, mesmerized by the red with swatches of black, he hadn’t been paying attention. Perched on the window ledge, Damian judged he could make it to the chandelier and swing to dry. Anything for a girl. Okay, go!

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 28: Dobs

Storied Orlando
Chapter 28: Dobs

“No, don’t go,” the woman said, taking Timmy’s hand. “No, it was dumb, I shouldn’t have come,” he replied, looking down the grave at the coffin and the scattered bits of hair. He knew Dobs’ hair, along with that of others, was in the pile on the salon floor. In a moment of grief, it seemed to make sense to ceremoniously sprinkle them. “Really,” the woman whispered. “It’s the sweetest thing.” Dobber’s widow squeezed Timmy’s hand. His widow? Dobs had been getting his hair cut by Timmy for a couple of years, always accompanied on his visits…by his boyfriend.

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 27: Pool

Storied Orlando
Chapter 27 – Pool 

“My name is James Michael Van Booy and I’m full of booze and splendor,” the shirtless man, apparently named James, yelled at the crowd in a slurred albeit lyrical Yorkshire accent. “YOU shut the fuck up,” he shouted at the bitchy drag queen onstage. Later, Orlando would learn James was straight. Later, Orlando would learn James had no deathwish. But as the crowd watched him jump from the roof above the poolside stage at Parliament House, they made their own assumptions. Later, Orlando hoped he was still full of splendor when his head connected with the side of the pool.

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 26: Shapeshifter

Storied Orlando
Chapter 26: Shapeshifter


It was during a dark time for me. Mom had passed. The recession hit and I was laid off. Gina decided dating a guy who ate three square meals of depression wasn’t much fun. Who can blame her? I was sitting on the shore behind Mennello meditating on all of this. Despite the immense funk, I still had a heart of hope; I meditated deeply on that, too. I stood and walked toward the lake through the night’s wind and whispers until, at the water’s edge, I took flight. That was the first time I turned into an owl.

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 inspired by N. Scott Momaday.

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 25: Craftsman

Storied Orlando
Chapter 25: Craftsman

I wish these people would stop pissing on me. I get it, they’re angry. My owner sold me, booting out a young couple and their son. The neighbors loved them and, besides kid being rough on my floorboards over the years, I guess I did too. Making matters worse, everyone hates the new owner, a spoiled Winter Park teen whose parents paid for everything. She hasn’t moved in so the pissing continues — on my porch and sides mostly. Doubtless the welcome she deserves, but not how you should treat a Craftsman built in 1930, before Lang Avenue was even named.

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 24: Parrothead

Storied Orlando
Chapter 24: Parrothead

“I’m not this lonely,” Christy thought peering through a sliver between the people standing in front of her. She didn’t know this singer or how everyone knew every damn lyric. Thirty minutes since her date left for beer, leaving her to be jostled from behind by a rotund man wearing a parrot hat. She stood to leave, then: “Come Monday, it’ll be alright…” Wait. When she was little, her mom listened to that. Standing in the aisle, she watched the barefoot singer, tears running down her face as her date slipped a beer in her hand. “Sorry, darlin’, long line.”

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 23: Anonymous

Storied Orlando
Chapter 23: Anonymous

Timmy got undressed while smiling at the naked guy already waiting for him in bed. Per their Grindr flirts, the door had been left unlocked for Timmy to walk on in. On the wings of Red Bull and vodka he’d driven to the Conroy Road apartments. What’re they called? Palm something? Or Bella? No matter, BlndTwnk21 and dizneyguy347 were alone at last. Poppers and lube on the nightstand, as promised. The warmth of the candlelit room caressed his skin as he laid down. No doubt this anonymous fuck would help him forget being stood up at Hillstone a month ago.

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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