I love you.
Steve told me that you are into latin lovers, so I kneel before you and say, “Te amo. Cor meum te petit. Sine te non volo vivere. Et tu me amabisne?”
You answer, “What?”
Guess you do not want your lovers to be that Latin after all.
Lucas is a science student from Germany who likes to write stuff in his free time. You can find more of his work (in German) at his website: lucas.treffenstaedt.de.
My son told me his purple stuffed worm was alive. “I caught it sneaking out last night.”
“Where was it going?” I asked.
“To eat some tomatoes.”
I laughed, kissed him goodnight, and took my flashlight out to the garden.
Sure enough, I caught that sneaky tomato thief around midnight.
This story was based on a title suggested by @TheMoatman.
“Aren’t the flowers pretty?” I asked my young son during our picnic.
He shrugged noncommittally.
“Oh, come on,” I pressed him. “You can’t really care that little. Imagine how you’d feel if all the daisies disappeared!”
“If all the Daisies were gone,” he said, “all the Donalds would be lonely.”
This story is based on a title suggested by @Fayili.
Detective Jackson sat on the table. “Tell me, Karl: how did you feel when you saw the deceased kissing your ex-girlfriend?”
“I was a little sad, that’s all.”
“Oh really. Lorne, what does the mood ring say?”
“It’s red, Jackson.”
“That means anger, Karl, not sadness. Tell the truth, son!”
This story is based on a title suggested by @GreatTrollKing.
“Excuse me, sir. You’ll have to come down.”
“Is there a problem, officer?”
“Well, yes. You see, you’re standing on the ceiling.”
“Indeed. What of it?”
“It’s against regulations.”
“What regulations are those?”
“Oh, you know, physics, mostly.”
“Ah, I wasn’t aware.” Fwump.
“Much obliged, sir. Ambulance?”
“…Yes, thank you…”
This story is based on a title suggested by @Vanguard1219.
“You’ve had five years,” said Lord Gurgatron. “What have you accomplished?”
The little alien scientists beamed. “We’ve sabotaged many of the humans’ toilets to only flush halfway on the first attempt!”
“…And?”
“This will soon incite insurrection against their plumber overlords!”
“They are ruled by plumbers?”
“So our research indicates.”
This story is based on a title suggested by @RobertRacoon.
Gina’s tea tumbled onto the floor. “Oh no!” she cried, reaching for the paper towel.
“Wait!” said Patrick. “The last time you dropped your tea, the spill looked like a heart, and you met your boyfriend later that day. This time, it’s…”
“Just a puddle.”
And then the basement flooded.
This story is based on a title suggested by @KingKool.
“Whoa, stop right there, bud.”
“I BEG YOUR PARDON.”
“You’ve got to wait your turn. Adolescence and young adulthood only just passed by. Middle age is up next.”
“BUT THERE’S ROOM TO FIT MY BICYCLE IN RIGHT THERE.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but in the parade of life, Death rides last.”
This story is based on a title suggested by @GreatTrollKing.
“Do you want to hear the good news first, or the bad news?”
“Good, please.”
“Okay. God sent His Son to earth to save you–”
“Oh, the Good News? Thanks, I’m familiar. High five, Christian buddy! What’s the bad news?”
“I, uh, ‘lost’ that ugly sweater you gave me. Sorry.”
This story was based on the TypeTrigger prompt “the good news.”
The girl just could not dress for summer. Her entire bedroom knew. It’d seen the fustrated flinging of sundresses, the disappointed stares into mirrors and magazines.
Finally, one scorching morning, she found her usual glossy substituted for Scandinavian Housing Bimonthly.
She left an OxFam bag of ugly t-shirts and flew.
Jessica Croot is a 16 year old high school student currently in the process of obtaining qualifications and rapidly losing hope regarding her later life. When not writing stories consisting of precisely 50 words she enjoys writing brief biographies about herself (and reading).