Fifty Cent Words

“I can see your child through the window,” the voice on the phone said. “He’ll be dead before you’re home.” The phone cut out and Ben immediately dialed 911. “It’s probably just a prank but we’ll send someone by.” the dispatcher said. “Thank you, officer.” Ben hung up and several minutes later the phone rang again. “Mr. Sunders… I just wanted to let you know that we checked it out. Everything is fine. We spoke with the babysitter and all is well.” “Thank you so much. I hate that I wasted your time, officer.” “No problem at all. It was on my way home and the sitter seemed like a nice fella.” “Did you speak with Jordan?” “Yes sir. We talked to him. Good guy.” “Officer Can you please go back to my house right now. I’m on my way there.” “Mr. Sunders like I said we checked every...” “Jordan is a female, officer. Whoever you spoke to wasn’t her.” Ben rushed towards his house dialing Jordan’s cell repeatedly, each time getting voicemail. He slammed on the brakes in front of his house just mis

Emily frantically made her way through town running two red lights and nearly hitting the neighbor’s dog as she screeched into the driveway. She only had time to grab her purse as she sprinted for the front door. “You're late.” “I'm sorry Mark. I had to stop by the grocery store on the way home.” “Did I ask you for an excuse?” “No, I just…” “You know what? Yes. Yes, I do recall telling you to be home by 6:30. Do you happen to remember that by any chance?” “Yes, I remember. It was a mistake. It won't happen again.” “I know it won't honey,” he said and slapped her violently to the ground. “Now look what you did. You've gone and made me hurt you. Why would you do such a terrible thing to me? You know what? I think you owe me an apology.” “I'm sorry. I was wrong. I’ll listen better next time. I promise.” “Good. Now go start dinner. All this stress you’ve caused me has worked up an appetite.” Emily pulled the meatloaf from the oven and began to

Mr. Green, I need to ask you a few questions. You should be asking her the questions. I’ve told you before she’s a murderer. Shelly Thompson died in the ICU two hours ago. She died? Well, I didn’t mean to kill her. She deserved far worse but I didn’t mean to do it. Let’s start at the beginning, Mr. Green. Tell me what happened. You already know everything. I told you two weeks ago when he went missing. Mr. Green, there was no evidence… Yeah, save it! I’ve heard it before! I wasn’t going to let that monster get off on a technicality. She got what she deserved. What happened at Ms. Thompson’s house, Mr. Green? I did what I had to do. What you should have done. I made her talk. I had to beat her for hours to get her to confess but in the end, she did. You beat her Mr. Green? Yes. I beat her till my hands bled and I couldn’t make a fist anymore. But she still wouldn’t crack. I had to use a bat to finally break her. And when she started talking what did she say? She told me she did it. She

"How was your trip down Mr. Picket?" the elderly man asked in a friendly tone. "Call me Lane,” I said with a smile. “The trip was wonderful. The country out here is just beautiful." "Well, you said on the phone you were eager to get started so come on inside." Mr. Tailor said, opening the door. We sat down at the kitchen table. Mr. Tailor offered me a glass of ice tea while I set up my recorder. We sat down, and the conversation began. “So what can you tell me about the incident?” “Just what I remember. I was about 5 or 6. Lived here on the farm with my mother and father. And of course Ren.” “Ren?” “My imaginary friend!” Mr. Tailor chuckled, “Ren and I loved playing in the cornfields. His favorite game was hide and seek.” “Can you tell me about that day?” “I was talking with Ren by the edge of the cornfield. It must have caught my father’s eye and he came running. He hollered out to me to get in the house. Of course, I did. I assumed Ren

“Come on. Let’s go hang behind the funhouse.” Kyle grinned. Jessica laughed and took Kyle’s hand quickly slipping out of the fairground crowd and into his arms. They kissed intimately for what seemed like minutes but the intensity of the make-out session caused both to lose track of time. Jessica checked her watch. “OK, Kyle. We really need to get back to the festivities. It’s getting late.” Jessica said pushing Kyle back out into the fairway. They emerged from their makeshift hideout to find the fair almost deserted. Both looked around puzzled at how quickly the crowd had left. “I guess we got carried away!” Kyle said smiling. Jessica smiled back at her boyfriend and they started toward the exit hand in hand. “What’s that?” Jessica asked pointing toward a figure in the distance. Kyle focused on the form of a flamboyantly dressed man walking out from a dark corner of the front of the fairground. The clown had a blank gaze on his white face as he slowly walked in the couple’s direction.

"Having trouble sleeping, Anna?" Anna turned in her bed to see her dad at her door. "Yes, daddy. I had a bad dream. Would you tell me a story to help me go back to sleep?" "Sure baby girl but you have to keep your eyes closed OK? It’s late and I have to work tomorrow so we both need to get our rest." "Yes sir. Thanks, daddy!" "Of course sweet girl. OK let’s see. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess…" Anna began to imagine the story her father was weaving in her head. Her mind was filled with images of princesses and knights, fairies and wizards, and of course prince charming. Her father’s comforting voice slowly faded as she began to drift to sleep. Then suddenly the story paused and she heard her father stand up. "Baby give me one second. I need to run to the restroom real quick and then I’ll continue the story." "OK, daddy." "Eyes closed now. You need to be trying to sleep, sweet girl." "

It’s disgusting, this plastic world we live in. Everything nowadays is made of plastic and the masses just keep mindlessly buying. I can’t stand it. We’ve lost touch with the old-style markets full of handmade artisan pieces. The great works of art crafted by someone who spent a lifetime to perfect their craft. Things that mattered. Things that had a soul.  Maybe I’m just eccentric. Or maybe it’s my carpentry hobby that’s caused me to spot how beautiful a handmade piece is and how lifeless those plastic mass made products are. To each his own I guess but if people could just see what I see, I think they would change their minds.  If they saw the grain of the aged oak hand-selected from a wild forest. The smell of the freshly carved pine tingling in the air. The intricate dovetailing and meticulous joint alignment to lessen the eyesore of the steel nails. There’s so much to love about the process and what the labor produces. What I build has purpose and function but also life. A handmad

The boy woke in his bed finding himself in a nightmare. A man stood above him holding a knife to his throat. The man mumbled something to a woman nervously standing next to him. “What if we’re wrong?” the woman said with tears streaming down her face. “We’re not.” “This is sick John! I don’t think I can do it!” “If we don’t do this, everyone we love, everyone, will die. You know that. “But he’s only a child!” the woman sobbed. “Don’t let him fool you, Sara. He’s a monster. He can’t be allowed to live.” The man looked back at the child staring up at him frozen in a state of shock. He gritted his teeth and started to push the blade firmer against the child’s neck. The door flew open with a crack. An older woman ran in dressed in nightclothes. “Hurry Martha!” she screamed! Moments later Martha burst in pointing a shotgun at the intruders. “Call the police Bridget.” “You don’t know what he is!” the man pleaded. “You don't know what he'll become. We have to do this! It’s the only wa

We found them. We brought them here. And as we watched our cities burn we realized what they were. They were monsters. Since the beginning, we had scanned the cosmos for any evidence that we weren't alone. One day a team of researchers found that evidence. Soon we had pinpointed their planet and every expert we had, set out to find a way to make contact. Eventually, we did. It was a very crude system and there were many messages received that made no sense. After years of deciphering the communications, we stumbled upon the solution and were finally able to understand what the aliens had been saying. They wanted to meet. We worked together after that for years sharing our technology and learning so much from theirs. Until finally the time had come. The aliens would travel the huge distance to our planet on what they called a "Peace Keeping Mission". The first of them arrived and met with our governments. They were so odd-looking. Honestly, I was terrified of them. But the

Lesson 2: The Importance of Cool Points “Girls just want to have fun.” - Cyndi Lauper Things are going to get uncomfortable quick so get used to makeup, dress up, and eye shadow now before she asks. Just put on Silence of the Lambs and practice in a mirror like Buffalo Bill. Or you could take the less creepy route and continue reading. By the way, I didn’t have this to read so it was “Good Bye Horses” for me. Calm down. It was for a good cause. Hey, if you can’t stomach painting your daughter’s fingernails, or vice versa, give up now because it’s going to get way worse. Ladies do unimaginable things for fun and if you’re raising a lady she will want to do them as well. Do you think women actually want to wear shoes that aren’t comfortable? Of course not! They do it because they’re weird and weird is one of the best compliments anyone can receive. Get weird or be a sheep. Which pretty much amount’s to being a “baaaaad” father. Yes. Puns. They can’t all be winners. The weirdest dad on th