A deathly silence marked the hilltop gallows.
A deathly silence marked the hilltop gallows.
Plainview: Drainage! Drainage, Eli! Drained dry, you boy! If you have a milkshake and I have a milkshake and I have a straw and my straw reaches across the room and starts to drink your milkshake. I drink your milkshake! I drink it up!
I remember going there. I don’t remember how I got there. I don’t remember remembering the other place. It seems I forgot it as soon as I left. Did I ever remember it? Why does anyone ever remember anything? Why if they are going to, don’t they remember it all?
I liked how clean everything seemed. Clean and bright. But then, I didn’t mind eating chewing gum off the street. My Mom kept having to tell me not to.
The rat wanted the cheese more than he wanted to breathe. So, when the trap sprung, everyone got their wish.
The grieving grandson somberly opened his inheritance check. On the back there was a treasure map. On the front, two words were scrawled across the otherwise blank check: Ha, Ha.
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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FRANCISCO
For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,
And I am sick at heart.
Hamlet Act I Scene I
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.
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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.
"I’ve tasted all the sweetest creams
and danced with daisies in dazed delight;
sunny skies pervade my dreams
and light the dark of earthly scenes..."
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.
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
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.”
Currently Reading:
The Marriage Plot - Jeffrey Eugenides
Neon Genesis Evangelion: Volume 1 - Yoshiyuki Sadamoto
Song for Night - Chris Abani
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.