A collection of super silly, super-short stories— written in a 140 characters or less.
Follow me on Twitter to participate. I will ask for random words from my followers. If you’re fast enough, I’ll use your word(s) in my next super-short story. Sound fun?
October 23, 2009
#15 It’s PUPPY PROM time. Look at Biff in his sporty FISH PANTS & SQUISHY FIG shirt… just FABULOUS! But his RACECAR hair do is so NASCAR
#14 BOOGER WATER, used for EXTREME SNOW, is super slick. In fact, HOOPS and his PEN SNOWBOARD FLU a mile high only to land on lava ROCKS.
September 28, 2009
#13 A CALLIPYGOUS BUTTER tub had the CROSSWALK team in a PICKLE. It was too EARLY for such things. Just then, a DOG named SIN licked the tub.
August 28, 2009
#12 HUNGRY Flo, the ailing and bloated MANATEE, fed on PICKLES for days. Finally, a SOUR MAGNESIUM FINGER was used to get her to hurl.
#11 Jonesy, an aging HAMMOCK MONKEY, liked to RUN his SWING fingers thru his chest hairs, wafting a DELIGHTFUL stink of AXE body spray—BEANS.
August 24, 2009
#10 RIBBON-LIVER TOENAIL stew was on the menu. Eck! puked the LATE cheerleader, knocking her SCHOOL BROOMSTICK over—waking her 3D HYENA TATTOO.
August 18, 2009
#9 The DISCOMBOBULATED groom eked signs of PARANOIA. It’s EGREGIOUS he thought. The chapel ENGAGED in deafening whispers- SHE doesn’t love HIM
August 13, 2009
#8 NEEDLE the LEMON, the CHEEKY ROPE-thin woman blurted. Time 4 FUN—giving a male MANNEQUIN a MASSAGE. A STORM of laughter tears followed.
#7 That ass CLOWN from GOOGLE peeled his BANANA like a midget stripping. It was hot like HORSERADISH. It’s KILLING ME.
August 7, 2009
#6 Special John Hughes Super-Short Story
Home Alone, Uncle Buck looks Pretty In Pink. But on Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, he drops off Sixteen Candles to The Breakfast Club. RIP John.
July 29, 2009
#5 As Joe flicked MOSS off his COTTONBALL rifle TRIGGER, his PULLED pork lunch hit the deck. Joe turned slowly & in a THUNDER voice, screamed.
July 14, 2009
#4 NAYBOB Nancy,clutching her GOLDFISH purse cackled HAIRLESS QUESADILLA’s playing at the SANDWICH Theater. “PEDAL bitch, let’s make the SHOW.”
July 7, 2009
#3 MORE COW BELL slurred SONG Cowboy—graying MUSTACHE traced his curling smile. Aiming a SWING stapler, his HAND reached 4 a BULLET, then RAIN.
July 6, 2009
#2 With their BRAINS working as 1, the LAUNDRY ZOMBIES strolled to the BEACH to feast on lifeguard SOUP. EAT they will. And in a BLINK, burp!
#1 “OOF” echoed thru the rafters as #9, LOVE, bulldozed Oscar into the boards. His HOCKEY HAIR clung to the glass. JOY was heard. PEACE ended.
