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It's 58 words. Sue me.
Do you ever feel like, all this time, you haven't been living, but merely existing? A floating marauder, a lurking, intangible shadow in an opalescent sea of solitude, awkward among schools, pods, gams, and packs. Even Baudelarian "spleen" cannot feasibly express the horrors of being forever alone! I've always disagreed with Sartre: hell is the absence of others.
There was a mouse. He became friends with this cat. The cat was a vegetarian. One day the mouse ran into another cat who tried to eat the mouse. But the mouses friend cat saved him and they lived happily ever after.
42 Words! Bonus... I should write childrens novels... (j/k btw)
It was a stupid story but I found it amusing.
--Jenna
Alicia's nose felt a strange tickle. She felt in her bones that some dark presence was near. Suddenly with a spasmodic jerk forward, Alicia sneezed. Strangers gave her cold looks and turned in the other direction to breathe. No one said “Bless You.”
Alicia was never the same again.
I'm walking down the lane (amid green, blue, and breezes, birds drifting closer, then away), while what's inside my head masters me.
Where will you go, how will you go, will you go when I'm gone?
The house! I forgot the bills...
You...so tall! so slender!
Me...so tired.
Suicide or Bunjee Jumping?
She stepped onto the cliffs edge. Her heart was beating. Was this the right thing to do? It might even be fun. She looked down at the jagged rocks below her. No. She couldn't. But before she could think any more her body seemed to take over. She jumped.
The swirls of steam from her coffee cup were comforting to watch. He did not come. Humiliated, greatful for something to concentrate on to hide her shame.She sighed and drank the black liquid down in seconds then head down got up and left.
He arrived late, breathless,worried.
writing a short story in 50 words or less is a disgrace to the art and is as much to the artist as well.
Is she serious, or was that her story?
who knows, Robin. but...anyway...
“Maybe you just like to look like that“,
“So? Maybe I do, I find it amusing.”
“Yes, but haven’t you heard of clothing that is in good repair?”
“What’s your point?”
“Well, wouldn’t it be nice to look like an adult?”
“Who’s looking?”
“Well, I’m not, not anymore, I‘m done.”
he...and maybe it was both. :lol:
Aww, c'mon. Think of it as flash fiction -- highly experimental... have some fun with it:Quote:
Originally Posted by Asa Adams
His hair kept falling out. (He felt unmanly.)
Then he read a study linking high testosterone levels to hair loss. (He felt manly.)
He started skipping the gym and instead counting on Pizza Hut for a six-pack. His gut grew, his hair didn't...
The testosterone theory? (He felt -- NOT.)
She missed him so much and took one last walk thru Sherwood forest to remember him.Total silence,not even a bird twitter.Then a swoosh, a flash of green and he stood there. He was NOT a cartoon." You are beautiful M'Lord" she whispered.
The hero of Sherwood swings through the trees, leaping from branch to branch, the ultimate Ranger. The sight of two beauties waiting for him throws him off balance. A rope arrow saves his body from shattering on the ground, and he strikes a heroic pose.
The two women turn in amaze and happy tears are their welcome.The three come to a clearing and just look at one another, wonder and joy in their astonished eyes.
The impossible has happened and they are together.
The girl closes the comic book sighing at the ending.
Oh....I am having fun :goof:Quote:
Originally Posted by lavendar1