A rainbow rat and a checkered cat go sailing on a singing sea. The sun goes down while the moon comes up to guide them on their journey. Miss Cat says no, but Mr. Rat says yes. They never can agree what's best.
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A rainbow rat and a checkered cat go sailing on a singing sea. The sun goes down while the moon comes up to guide them on their journey. Miss Cat says no, but Mr. Rat says yes. They never can agree what's best.
He opened the door. The place was silent, but something didn't seem right.
He felt a wierd energy. He called his lovers name. No reply. He stepped forwars and smelt the sickening stench of blood. His lovers mangled body was on the floor in front of him. A scream rose in his throat. It never came out.
He felt the world exploding on his head, and sank into darkness, never to wake again.
is it more than 50 words? not sure.
I had a dream that the world blew up, and we became ash that floated on forever with nowhere to land. Through the air we went, everywhere at once omniscient and knowing all things that can be thought. As God once again, as we have been before.
50. exactly.
-d
It seemed darker in the alley that night. Gazing around, he could have sworn a shadow moved behind him, but it was still as he looked directly at it. Such torment! He felt in his pockets, bringing out her picture. He cursed her for this, but he loved her. Desperately.
When we are married, but not to each other,
We had it all, just like Bogey and Bacall.
Torn between two lovers, feeling like a fool,
She had ring on her finger and time on her hand.
I wouldn't gamble with your love,
One thin dime.
That's why I hang my hat in Tennesee.
Soldier
The soldier looked down the dark tunnel and wondered if there really was a light at the end of it all. He pulled the trigger and fell to the floor as a dead man. The field was engulfed in darkness save for the brilliant light of the flashing siren.
"So, what's up?" asked John.
"Not much," said Joe.
"That's boring," muttered John.
John walked away, bored with Joe's response.
"John! I did kill some ants with a magnifying glass! Wanna help?"
They burned ants long into the night.
Exactly 50 words!!
50 word short story:
“I’ve written a lot better,” Tim said as he took a new sheet. He sat down again, and began to write. “Ahh, this is crap,” he told his wife. “The computer won’t even compute the rubbish.”
“Of course it won’t,” his wife told him, “you haven’t got it turned on.”
The cow slowly turned her head to look back at the farmer who was milking her. “Knock, knock,” she said. Startled, Farmer John could only ask, "who's there?" "The Murdering Cow," answered the verbose bovine. "The murdering cow who?" were the last words the farmer ever spoke.
-47 words
Nighteyes, I like it!
50 words:
It was Spring. The woman was sitting by the sunlit window, overhearing teenagers teasing each other and laughing. Though she was far from the rear view mirror, she was certain the bus driver himself was smiling. Nothing was ominous of a terrible car crash. And, surely enough, it didn’t happen.
He sat with guilt and shame covering his face, admitting his betrayal, and begging for forgiveness. She stood up calmly, relived, unhurt and unsurprised. “What goes around comes back around," she thought.
That made me grin.Quote:
Originally Posted by djy78usa
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Originally Posted by djy78usa
The cow slowly turned her head to look back at the farmer who was milking her. “Knock, knock,” she said. Startled, Farmer John could only ask, "who's there?" "The Murdering Cow," answered the verbose bovine. "The murdering cow who?" were the last words the farmer ever spoke.
-47 words
I had overlooked it; great stuff!Quote:
Originally Posted by Seabird111
The man walked to the egde, he turned around and looked out over the audiance and said "love is more powerfull than anything. Without love a man is nothing." Then he turned back to the cliff and looked down to the sharp rocks. "Remember this day." And he stepped off.
He never thought he'd ever be in this predicament. His whole life had come down to this moment. His hand shakes as he holds the trigger tightly. "It's not gonna get me this time". The blast of the bug spray was deafening. The Dali Lama had just killed a mosquito. (50)
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Food fell from ARK's backpack into the "IN" bin.
"When's the last day rustbucket?"
"TO..DAY," verpped the biblio-bot.
ARK winced as the credit rivet shot through the cartilage of his right ear. He grabbed his bag, and slid with a wide grin into the book basement via the trash chute...
Falling, faster than the heart can beat, he stares at the clouds above. The roof top shrinks away like so many hopes before. As a crow flies by his mind goes white, realization of everything and nothing. With one last breath he enters heavens gates like so many before.
That's quite a shocker at the end!
Captain Rend slowed his engine velocity until his modest frigate into the Earth docking bay, high up in orbit.
"That's a fine ship you've got," Admiral johnson told the captain later on. "You're an aspiring space commander. Someday, son, you'll commandeer a fine cruiser and make the Space Navy proud." (50)
'**** man!' said jim ' i didn't think she had the knife, ugh what a mess, gonna need dry cleaning'
Train!
The young man walks up the stairs with anticipation. His hands are shaking, yet somehow he feels comfort. The smell of hallway brings back childhood memories. He can feel the sweat on his palm as he grips the doorknob. He looks at his arm, the needle wounds have healed. The door opens to an old man with a gentle heart.
Do you think, the dress flatters my figure?
Oh sweetheart I love the dress, it narrows the shoulders so well.
What breasts should I wear?
Ooh, well I think we go for soccer ball size; it will take attention off the feet. But, flesh coloured stilettos way too Paris darling.
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I think she... no, she wouldn't, she didn't.
I can't believe it -- can't believe she did it.
I saw it coming. There was nothing I could do.
She never loved me.
It was all her fault.
I could have been nicer.
She wanted to talk.
I was a jerk.
Knock Knock Knock
I heard it coming from my closet door.
I rubbed my eyes and got out from my bed.
Hello it said
Hello I said back
Would you kindly let me in? A voice asked from the other side
I thought he sounded nice
There were no survivors
"Hello, Bear," I said.
"Hullo," he growled. “Have some honey.”
The sun was setting, edging the forest leaves in a pink glow.
We sat in the woods and supped.
It was beautiful.
Nothing would ever be the same.
~*~
I like this one. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by aBIGsheep
'Are you dying?' she asked him. He didn't reply.
She sat looking down the lunch counter thinking how elbows were the awfullest-looking part of the human body when he walked in, sat beside her.
"Nice hairdo," he said, looking her over. His arm brushed hers. "But don't you know--it's impolite to put your elbows on the table."
ABSOLUTELY GENIUSQuote:
Originally Posted by kelby_lake
Well done, friend, well done.
Instead of following the pack, he blazed new trails. Except if you count where the girl was concerned. Her wish was his command and on it went. Until one day his call was replied to by another male. That was the day that his command found a new dimension ...
There's a myth that you can see how someone will die by wearing their glasses. Its true! I've worn my mother's and now I can't look at my father the same way.
I deleted a story about eating a jelly-covered piece of bread. My fingers rested on my computer keyboard as I tried to think of a good response to a fifty words or less forum. Soon, I came up with this, and counted the words... forty-eight.
“Saving money is good for your life” said father to his son when they were on a boat. Sunddenly, the captain warned “ A big wave in front of us”. Then immediately the father fallen. His son shouted “1000 dollars for helping”. “Only one” said he. But no one replied.
by Soleilwave
The snow fell like leaves bouncing on the wind. Hills as white as distant stars that sprinkle subtle and fragile light upon his shadow. The night pinned him down. Drifts covered his stretched body, bandaging his limbs like an Egyptian burial. Spring will bring sorrow, suffering, sadness.
“You can do anything you want” his dad said “All you have to believe.” He grew up spending countless hours in the gym working towards being the best. Now, it’s the championship game and his teams down one with five seconds to go, this is the moment he’s been waiting for. But he’s on his couch at home watching…nobody ever mentions injury as a possibility.
65 words
"Eres amigo de Salem?"He had asked suddenly.
What was that supposed to mean?Not there too!I couldn't take it anymore...
My own identity has seemed to vanish, and now it is Salem who has become my identity!
Afterall I was a "hero's friend" and that has to be more than enough for me!
"Soy amigo de Salem."I had replied.
Staggering tornado-like into the lavatory, Vesuvian eruptions from his belly scattering vomit across the marble floor, he stumbles exit-ward. A gathering of concerned looks falls upon him. "God how disgusting" he drawls. "Some bastard has spewed up in there!" A colosseum of suspicious eyes casts stone-like doubts upon his face.
I took a magazine and curled it up into cylinder, poked my eye through it and peered.
A child cries for a lost toy broken by his hands. Shared memories of happiness and playfulness start to drift away. A parent quickens the erosion with a gift of new. The child smiles and rejoices at a memory yet made.
I never understood why we must suffer in a world where you see penguins suckling from flowers.