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”.
While strolling through the forest, he saw a spaceship land. The aliens, in shining suits, approached and shook his hand.
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.”
“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?!”
Editor’s Note: No, the title is not a typo.
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”.
Levilia’s wings started to burn, sizzling and melting. Wind rushed past her face, ruffling her feathers but doing little to quench the flames.
“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.
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.
Emre Ruhi has a passion for writing short and rarely serious stories and poems. You can see more of his writing and other creative pursuits at www.focusless.com.
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.
A Good Place was written by Larissa Ryan, who occassionally makes time to write down the meandering thoughts of her overly-critical mind.
Cowering under a table, Lee listened and waited.
They were coming.
Lee saw their socked feet move through the kitchen, past her hiding place. They stopped outside her bedroom door…
…then flung it open, shouting, “Surprise! Happy Birthday!”
She stifled a scream, scrambled out from under the table, and fled.
“I ate a bumblebee.”
“Why did you do that?”
“Because I wanted to feel it buzz around inside my belly!”
“And can you feel it?”
“Nope.”
“Well that’s too bad.”
“I figure it’s just bored in there.”
“Oh?”
“That’s why I’m going to swallow another one to be its friend.”
What could I write?
How could I tell him not to call, that I was going away and no longer needed him like I had before. Every day since we’d met he’d brought something fresh and new into my life.
The truth! Yes, the truth.
No milk today, thank you.
This guest story was written by Louise C.
The summer sun shone down bright and hot on a highway filled with impatient, upset drivers.
Horns were blaring as frustrated police officers tried to direct traffic through a single open lane.
The driver of the overturned Smuckers tanker truck sat on the ground in handcuffs, chuckling softly to himself.