Stories tagged “luck”
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This is it
The chime rang throughout the room as he flipped the coin again. His last dollar. It landed on heads and he grinned: “Heh, Lady Luck don’t fail me now.” Giving the coin a kiss, he set it down on his mouse pad, in front of the last cup...
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Almost Home
Ms. Ecstatic stepped out of the in-flight lavatory and took her seat next to Mrs. Jones, who had been in Japan for the past several months. She was elated to be going home, as was apparent from her incorrigible smile. She couldn’t wait to see her...
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Reflection
I love her. I never believed in soulmates until I met her. She’s lived such a hard life yet found a way to survive things that would have crushed me. Going through all that and coming out whole just amazes me and her inner strength fills me with ...
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The Deer
It was dark at night, and slippery as well. I was the lucky one. The deer, frozen by instinct, was standing shock still in my headlights. I couldn’t stop for the deer. I was going way too fast. I had to go home quickly. My wife needed me. When I was ...
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Just My Luck. Day 2
My eyes flutter open as water falls on my face. I look up and see the rather large waterstain in the ceiling. Groaning, I slip farther under the covers, shielding my face from the rain. Rain, rain go away, why is it so wet here? I frown at the sound of...
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Just My Luck. Day 2. (Cont.)
We had taken our showers and we’re now on the hunt for ‘leperchauns.’ Jensen was unfazed by my attempts to explain that they’re not real. Did I mention we didn’t eat breakfast? My stomach growls, as we pass the third pub t...
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Lady Luck and Motherly Love
Father told me early in life that women would be my downfall. I spent a good part of my youth taunting Lady Luck like one does with a horse and carrot, partaking in various dangerous stunts that are typical of young boys. Fortunately for me (and my poo...
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American Roulette
The final two sat still at the table. The air in the warehouse was warm for an early spring night, but the events they both witnessed made their bodies much colder. Without speaking, they both emptied their capsules into their glasses. The white powder...
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Good Riddance or Good Luck
“Smeg, smeg, fecal-impacted smeg!” Harvey repeated to himself as he staggered out of the stable. His hands checked sore points for the presence of blood and brushed off straw and dust. “Visit the stables during a decel, smegging brill...
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Part i: At the End of the Subway
Stephen had always wondered what happens when a subway train gets to its last stop. Did it go backward? Did it make a magical U-turn? Of course, he could have asked someone or even looked it up, but that would shatter the mystery, the magic. It start...