Posts from May 2009
This story was based on a call on Twitter for the first five words of a story. @Scithancer provided the words, “While strolling through the forest”.
They asked him many questions to test where mankind stood but since he was a lawyer the outcome was not good.
Despairing, they departed and left him in the wood.
Martha said, “Listen well, Little Tommy. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my many years, it’s that you’ve got to have self control.”
Tommy folded his chubby little arms. “You’re not the boss of me!”
“Listen to your grandmother,” said Martha, wagging her seven-year-old finger. “And to me, too.”
The Persevering Paraplegic
@50wordstories, May 29, 2009
After the accident, the doctors said his spinal cord injury meant he would never walk again. So he taught himself to walk on his hands.
What a Good Boy Was He
@50wordstories, May 26, 2009
She sat in the corner, crying softly into her arms and clutching a single plum in her little fist. If only… But no. Jack Horner was gone.
“Tell me, Doctor McSockterson… Am I insane?”
“That’s a difficult question for me to answer, Jared. I think what it comes down to is, well, do you feel insane?”
“What kind of a question is that? Are you even a real doctor? Or are you just a stupid SOCK PUPPET?!”
“Remind me again,” shouted Timothy Thicke, “why I just fell out of an airplane.”
“Because I pushed you,” yelled Evan Edgelow.
“And why did you push me?”
“Our cover was blown.”
“And why did you grab the stewardess, too?”
“I have a thing for redheads! Also, she has the parachute.”
This story was based on a call on Twitter for the first five words of a story. @Honestlyspeakin provided the words, “Levilia’s wings started to burn”.
“You can’t blow it out!” cried Natasha. “Use the fire extinguisher!”
There was a blast of compressed carbon dioxide. Levilia the self-immolating budgie cheeped in satisfied agony.
This story was based on a call on Twitter for the first five words of a story. @jc_sharp provided “The infestation came fast, Zombies”.
He nestled against the coffee-shop divan, supremely content but not knowing why. Glancing at the crumbs and Amsterdam guidebook in his lap, it really wasn’t rocket science. Still, when he landed on the reason a crescent-moon smile dawned across his face.
“Space cake…”
Young Neil Armstrong had found his calling.
Shayna struts down the hall. Today, she is in a good place.
She won the case; the promotion is hers. Steve finally asked her to dinner.
Everyone around her is smiling, watching.
Until she realizes that her blouse is missing a button, in a not so good place after all.
On Monday, Oliver fell on his face.
On Tuesday, Oliver fell down the stairs.
On Wednesday, Oliver fell on a girl.
On Thursday, Oliver fell in love.
On Friday, Oliver fell into a ring store.
On Saturday, Oliver made it all the way down the aisle without falling even once.