Storied Orlando – Chapter 41: Stalker

Storied Orlando
Chapter 41: Stalker

If Steven hadn’t posted that comment, she would be fine. Instead there she was trolling Regal Place hoping for a glimpse of him. If he saw her, what then? It wasn’t exactly on the way to anything. Someone asked him on Facebook where he lived and he replied, “Regal place, near the Retirement center.” Shelley already knew he lived in Winter Garden. What else could she do? He had stopped answering her texts. He teasingly liked things on her Facebook, but wouldn’t reply to messages. Ah, but if they saw each other, and talked, and kissed…destiny would be realized.

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 40: Vengeance

Storied Orlando
Chapter 40: Vengeance

Dean walked in a deliberate manner toward Thurgood Marshall Airport’s gate B12. His uniform freshly dry-cleaned, what was left of his snow white hair brushed and gently bouncing with his gait, his face determined. With a few decades behind the stick now, he had seen some shit, and was not skittish like his gathering crew. He had volunteered to pilot the flight to take 35 or so to Orlando, then fly a full plane of hurricane evacuees out. He had taken a beating from an Irma before – his ex-wife – and there was no way this one was going to win.

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 39: Stone

Storied Orlando
Chapter 39: Stone

Her friends wondered: Why go to Cape Cod off-season, after Labor Day? But Lucille knew what she needed to do. Two years ago she had picked up the white stone, believing the ocean pushed it toward her when she noticed it. She took it back to her SoDo apartment. Soon she noticed the stone was never fully itself unless it was wet, so she kept it in the shower. But the thought ceasely nagged her: the stone wasn’t happy there. So OIA to Providence, two hours drive to Wellfleet, then a hike on the Great Island Trail to free it.

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 38: Son

Storied Orlando
Chapter 38: Son

Helen watched her 30-year-old son note the amount on the Walgreen’s register, then step aside to write it down in his small black book. His damn ponytail swayed to the rhythm of his hand. She rolled her eyes at the oblivious cashier and wondered to herself what the total is now. Lenny was meticulous about documenting his debt, but not so concerned about paying it back, or getting a job for that matter. She imagined him sliding the book into her casket someday, relieved of his guilt. Oh hell, considering she mostly bought him cigarettes, she’ll more likely bury him.

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 37: Dreamer

Storied Orlando
Chapter 37: Dreamer

I…don’t know how else to describe it: She was a wife/dog. Not any kind of dog I’ve ever seen though. Shaggy, but at least six feet tall. At first it was just her, then five joined her, then those multiplied. Like that Dr. Seuss painting where he kept adding cats, ya know? Anyway, wife/dog and the rest started saying over and over: “Give the dog a bone.” I’ve no idea what it means. I woke up screaming. Then I had to…well, put her out of her misery. Mom? You there? Mom, gotta go, OPD is here.

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 36: Loser

Storied Orlando
Chapter 36: Loser

Donna stewed in the Beacham’s balcony as she watched the revelry that is the Weekly’s Best Of party. Her old account rep gave her a ticket, undoubtedly out of pity. With Sir Walter’s in ashes, she thought this year would be different. Surely there would be some recognition, but no. Donna remembered her grandmother’s advice to toot her own horn, but somehow it hurt worse when nobody heard. “Like a fart in a fucking dust storm,” she growled startling a young black man sitting next to her. “Well, ladedah for you,” she said nodding at his Best New Bar award.

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 35: Woah

Storied Orlando
Chapter 35: Woah

“I mean, I don’t want to beat you with a dead horse…” Jenn said instantly aware she said that wrong yet the proper phrasing escaped her. He asked about her tatt so she nonchalantly confessed her habit of killing ferals…then kept talking. On a first date? Excellent work, Jenn. Her first date with the professor and first since her husband died. “If you think that’s weird,” offered Abe. “I climb into a closet and pretend to go to Mars pretty much every night.” A twinge in her stomach or heart made her say: “Woah.” Smiling, he replied, “Woah, indeed.”

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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