Write A Really Short Story In 50 Words Or Less

The Tipsy Praying Mantis

One swarthy leg fertilized unkempt soil, the other was propped on a hollow barrel. His chortle struck apathy in lingerers. Such are the fans of zoos. Not all lovers of Opera subscribe to Tom Waits. A flame gasped for oxygen in his cage of thought and in a swoop he cleared the draught of Jack's madness. While throttling the cherub that bartered his throne he plunked his dues in Dante's lethe.

HaHa! It's bad, I know, but it was fun to write! Short stories aren't exactly my cup of tea :p

The prime minister said, "Execute him."

"He hasn't been tried yet."

"Execute him!"

Jonathan Intheway was beheaded.

Three months later the king wanted to know who killed Sir Jonathan.

"The prime minister ordered it."

"I would never do such a thing!"

''forgive me father for I have sinned'' belligered a shy old mime.

''for why have you sinned'' asked the priest?

''I have sinned because I copied''. replied the why.

''you copied? do you mean you learned?' asked the priest.
'
''yes I did father''
''am I repentant? could you would you forgive such sin''?

'I would forgive only it is not you.
I shall let you through
this time without a glue.
And I ain't to sue,
for whoever brewed such ruse
must surely perish the mood.
Unlearn you trade and be
prepared to seek only the rare.
learn not to because, but
remember only for those
who need it the most.''


and off he went the gent to his meant and the priest to his least. Under the heavens the skies went boff whatever caused such tros.

As the pilgrim wonders off to his hut the priest racks up the duty book and rodes off to his dwelling flock.
He thinks to himself: as the binary types I manage claps from awe to roar. It is rightly so and to each moment its pro.
Enters the oratory page the leaf blower and ponders off as to the quizzing of the priesthood mood. His recollection of words of wisdom weigh him down a little he pleads. He asks as to whether the inwords may alter a little for they may not wave as much as they wage.
To which the priest replied:
''the management may shake and flaws a little but the terrain upon which the church stands is pause and the words upon which they clause is dorsed and whoever quire them is fraud.''
And to this the pager grouted and stormed begging not to be brought and the story went dorm.

A little Twilight Zone. Reminds me of the episode where they take the masks off and there still on their faces. Very short but makes you think alot. Nice work.

Cindy boarded the elevator for her psych exam. Empty, bright.
Cindy didn't like elevators. Cindy didn't like the dark. But Cindy didn't like stairs either.
The light went out. The Elevator stopped. Cindy's breathing stopped.
The light came on and there appeared a gleeful ghostly child.
Smile for Hidden Camera.

Silence appeared to have consumed this thoughts. He did not realise the lateness of his dreams.
They were to be delayed and there was not one scint that would come running down the hipes to alert him of such.
The demand for noise when time as its peak is crucial. Hence and forth to ideas that came and went and the assertness in which one notices nothing is to be abrupt.
There is to thinking and there to saying and what there is to between is a punctual siding the rhetoric error is its margin.
He at least who unaware would rest upon thyself delluded to daylight come and nothing but defeat would shine his lay.

“I can’t stand it anymore, John,” Mrs. Dough said. “We have so little to live on.”

“That’s true, Jane,” her husband replied, “but we have so much to live for.”

A Looming Scandal


Like chlamydia on a college campus, the rumor spread among the party-guests. The whispers arose over the mystery of what Cruckshank’s wife did for a living, leading to the belief that she was a hooker. The truth prevailed on her business card:

“Made to Order–

Hand-crafted Rugs.”

Three friends were drinking martinis.

The brunnette said, "I told my man he ain't gittin' it any more."

The redhead said, "I told my man he ain't gittin' it either."

The blonde said, "I told my man if he'd stop whinin' about you two he could git it all night."

Three friends were drinking beers on Saturday night.

"My wife said she's too good for me."

"My wife said the same thing."

The third guy finished his beer and paid the tab.

"Where are you going?"

"I kinow where there's two hot women with nothing to do."

"Where?!"

Old Donald never let someone on his farm.
People always said there was gold buried under it because it looked like a hill.
When he died little Tom decided to search for the gold
His mother went looking for Tom the next day,
"Weird, the hill seems bigger than I remembered"

first short story ^^
my English isn't perfect so i hope it's okay

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Hannes Delbeke

Old Donald never let someone on his farm.
People always said there was gold buried under it because it looked like a hill.
When he died little Tom decided to search for the gold
His mother went looking for Tom the next day,
"Weird, the hill seems bigger than I remembered"

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Excellent.

Arrow positioned, she pulls back the string. Aiming as the bow bends.
Count to three. One. Breath in. Two. Breath out. Three. Fire. Miss.

She grips her last arrow and tries again. Getting there.

She sets down her bow to pull her arrows out of the earth.

Ooooh...I like this one! :thumbs_up