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		<title>STORY OF THE MONTH: May 2026</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2026 22:26:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Story of the Month is chosen from the Story of the Week winners announced from the past month. The finalists for May were: You Break It by Adele Gallogly Vigil by Paul D&#8217;Arcy Endurance Sport by JR Walsh Morning in Rapunzel&#8217;s Tower by Bob Thurber The Corner Seat by the Pond by Stephanie Lye &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/06/07/story-of-the-month-may-2026/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">STORY OF THE MONTH: May 2026</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Story of the Month is chosen from the Story of the Week winners announced from the past month.</p>
<p>The finalists for May were:</p>
<p><a href="https://fiftywordstories.com/2026/04/28/adele-gallogly-you-break-it/"><b>You Break It</b></a> by Adele Gallogly<br />
<a href="https://fiftywordstories.com/2026/05/08/paul-darcy-vigil/"><strong>Vigil</strong></a> by Paul D&#8217;Arcy<br />
<a href="https://fiftywordstories.com/2026/05/11/jr-walsh-endurance-sport/"><strong>Endurance Sport</strong></a> by JR Walsh<br />
<a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/05/18/bob-thurber-morning-in-rapunzels-tower/"><strong>Morning in Rapunzel&#8217;s Tower</strong></a> by Bob Thurber<br />
<a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/05/22/stephanie-lye-the-corner-seat-by-the-pond/"><strong>The Corner Seat by the Pond</strong></a> by Stephanie Lye<br />
<a href="https://fiftywordstories.com/2026/05/26/jimmy-mack-the-first-nip/"><strong>The First Nip</strong></a> by Jimmy Mack</p>
<p>The winner of the May 2026 Story of the Month is…</p>
<p><strong>The Corner Seat by the Pond</strong></p>
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		<title>STORY OF THE WEEK: June 7</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2026 20:30:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The story of the week for June 1 to 5 is… The Big Score by Gordon Brown and The Notebook by Paul D&#8217;Arcy]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The story of the week for June 1 to 5 is…</p>
<p><a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/06/05/gordon-brown-the-big-score/"><b>The Big Score</b></a> by Gordon Brown<br />
<em>and</em><br />
<a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/06/02/paul-darcy-the-notebook/"><strong>The Notebook</strong></a> by Paul D&#8217;Arcy</p>
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		<title>COLBY WRASSE: Seventeen Wheels</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2026 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[On the dash he keeps a photo he wishes to forget. The long open road leads the mind to dark alleyways. Places not to be after dark &#8211; or before. Deadheading to a room with an empty chair. Pop-top echoes against bare walls. Hotdog in the microwave hisses a familiar song. Colby Wrasse is still &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/06/05/colby-wrasse-seventeen-wheels/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">COLBY WRASSE: Seventeen Wheels</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On the dash he keeps a photo he wishes to forget. The long open road leads the mind to dark alleyways. Places not to be after dark &#8211; or before. Deadheading to a room with an empty chair. Pop-top echoes against bare walls. Hotdog in the microwave hisses a familiar song.</p>
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<p>Colby Wrasse is still stumbling towards an uncertain future.</p>
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		<title>GORDON BROWN: The Big Score</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2026 10:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I steal a lake when no one’s looking. Stuff it into my pocket and walk. Bait shops. Docks. Reflection of the mountain on the water. I keep it in a chest under my bed, buried under my graduation robes, grandad’s smile, and my favorite dive bar. Nobody suspects a thing. Gordon Brown grew up in &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/06/05/gordon-brown-the-big-score/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">GORDON BROWN: The Big Score</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I steal a lake when no one’s looking. Stuff it into my pocket and walk.</p>
<p>Bait shops. Docks. Reflection of the mountain on the water. I keep it in a chest under my bed, buried under my graduation robes, grandad’s smile, and my favorite dive bar.</p>
<p>Nobody suspects a thing.</p>
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<p>Gordon Brown grew up in the deserts of Syria and now lives in the deserts of Nevada. Since arriving in the New World, his work has appeared in McSweeney&#8217;s Internet Tendency, Weird Horror Magazine, Hunger Mountain Review, and elsewhere. His horror haiku chapbook, Skin Crawls, is available from Cuttlefish Books. He spends his time writing feverishly and looking after his cats, of which he has none.</p>
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		<title>SARAH SORENSEN: Summer Mornings, Between Cartoons</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2026 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Take the kitchen chair to the counter. Climb up. Open the little cupboard door. Smell the jars of nutmeg, cinnamon. Crab sidle into the sink. Stare out the window. See the pizza place, the neighbors, the cars. Let the sun hit you square in the chest. Sidle back, climb down. Sarah Sorensen (she/her) MA, MLIS &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/06/04/sarah-sorensen-summer-mornings-between-cartoons/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">SARAH SORENSEN: Summer Mornings, Between Cartoons</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Take the kitchen chair to the counter. Climb up. Open the little cupboard door. Smell the jars of nutmeg, cinnamon. Crab sidle into the sink. Stare out the window. See the pizza place, the neighbors, the cars. Let the sun hit you square in the chest. Sidle back, climb down.</p>
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<p>Sarah Sorensen (she/her) MA, MLIS is a queer writer based in the Metro Detroit area. She’s honored to be named a 2025 Best Small Fictions author and runner-up in the 2025 RockPaperPoem Poetry Contest. Sarah’s poetry chapbook, Light Splits Down the Wolf’s Tooth is now available through Bottlecap Press.</p>
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		<title>ELODIE A ROY: Blue</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2026 10:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Grandma would absentmindedly leave the cupboard door open and Grandpa gently shut it after her. When he died, Grandma continually had bruises on her forehead, and it is how she’d remember her great love was gone – staring into the bathroom mirror, dazed, tentatively touching her bruised skin – how it hurt. Elodie A. Roy &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/06/04/elodie-a-roy-blue/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">ELODIE A ROY: Blue</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Grandma would absentmindedly leave the cupboard door open and Grandpa gently shut it after her. When he died, Grandma continually had bruises on her forehead, and it is how she’d remember her great love was gone – staring into the bathroom mirror, dazed, tentatively touching her bruised skin – how it hurt.</p>
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<p>Elodie A. Roy is based in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, UK. Her short stories appear in The Stinging Fly, 3:AM Magazine, Flash Frog, New World Writing, Blink-Ink, Bending Genres, and elsewhere. In 2024, she was shortlisted for the Finchale Award for Short Fiction (New Writing North) and won a scholarship from the Faber Academy. She is currently working on her debut novel, East, an excerpt of which was shortlisted as part of the 2026 Huddersfield Literature Festival’s 20/20 Competition.</p>
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		<title>SCOTT BURAU: 6AM, Somewhere</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2026 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Deb moves between them with a coffee pot and no need for thanks. The old man takes her side of the booth now, watching the door the way she used to. When the bell rings, everyone looks up. Then looks back down. The red stools hold whoever comes. Scott Burau is a writer living between &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/06/03/scott-burau-6am-somewhere/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">SCOTT BURAU: 6AM, Somewhere</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Deb moves between them with a coffee pot and no need for thanks. The old man takes her side of the booth now, watching the door the way she used to. When the bell rings, everyone looks up. Then looks back down. The red stools hold whoever comes.</p>
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<p>Scott Burau is a writer living between Provincetown, Massachusetts, and Key West, Florida. His work has most recently appeared in <em>San Antonio Review</em> and <em>Mouthful of Salt</em>.</p>
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		<title>JOHANNES SPRINGENSEISS: Muse</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2026 10:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You lie awake, staring at the ceiling. The idea brews into a low-grade fever, a quiet heat pulsing long after bedtime. The malt liquor has lost its teeth, leaving only a dull headache. Your hands twitch with the clamorous weight of words unwritten. The night remains heavy and unfinished. Johannes Springenseiss is a world citizen &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/06/03/johannes-springenseiss-muse/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">JOHANNES SPRINGENSEISS: Muse</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You lie awake, staring at the ceiling. The idea brews into a low-grade fever, a quiet heat pulsing long after bedtime.</p>
<p>The malt liquor has lost its teeth, leaving only a dull headache. Your hands twitch with the clamorous weight of words unwritten. The night remains heavy and unfinished.</p>
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<p>Johannes Springenseiss is a world citizen and raconteur. He mostly writes speculative fiction and creative essays.</p>
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		<title>PAUL D&#8217;ARCY: The Notebook</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2026 16:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Found it under her mattress. Wasn&#8217;t looking, just changing sheets. Pages of song lyrics. Then drawings. Then letters, written like she was already gone. I put it back. Exactly how I found it. At dinner, she said, “Why are you being weird?” “Burn the plans,” I said. “Keep the songs.” Paul D’Arcy tells stories. All &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/06/02/paul-darcy-the-notebook/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">PAUL D&#8217;ARCY: The Notebook</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Found it under her mattress. Wasn&#8217;t looking, just changing sheets.</p>
<p>Pages of song lyrics. Then drawings. Then letters, written like she was already gone.</p>
<p>I put it back. Exactly how I found it.</p>
<p>At dinner, she said, “Why are you being weird?”</p>
<p>“Burn the plans,” I said. “Keep the songs.”</p>
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<p>Paul D’Arcy tells stories. All real. Most brief. You can read more at <a href="https://www.pauldrc.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">pauldrc.com</a>.</p>
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		<title>RALPH GOLDSWAIN: Taking it down</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2026 10:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The demolition crew didn’t speak; they arrived in their crawler crane, set up, and struck. Space after space—a broken heart, wedding bells, a joyous birth, a thousand banquets, a million dance steps, three seductions, a betrayal, a midnight vigil, a wake. The wrecking ball swung back, then drove away. Ralph Goldswain writes microfiction for pleasure &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/06/02/ralph-goldswain-taking-it-down/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">RALPH GOLDSWAIN: Taking it down</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The demolition crew didn’t speak; they arrived in their crawler crane, set up, and struck. Space after space—a broken heart, wedding bells, a joyous birth, a thousand banquets, a million dance steps, three seductions, a betrayal, a midnight vigil, a wake. The wrecking ball swung back, then drove away.</p>
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<p>Ralph Goldswain writes microfiction  for pleasure in his London home. He also likes experiencing all the things London offers.</p>
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