*Very/Very Short Stories please
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inflatable jesus
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders
'But it's so small' she said.
'It's the only one I've got' he replied.
'It's the only one I've got' he replied.
maldwyn
What?
lolly
I wished this thread was an 'open story' type thing,
I'd love to hear the rest of this: (Lollys work):
'Crossing in style, someday… she pictured herself as Audrey Hepburn, sat elegantly in her chair, and smiled coquettishly as she leaned over to ask the stranger for a cigarette… later, Chelsea Bridge, black cab, the moonlight catching her hair, he adored her silently – no names, this night, the rainbow’s end.'
I wished this thread was an 'open story' type thing,
I'd love to hear the rest of this: (Lollys work):
'Crossing in style, someday… she pictured herself as Audrey Hepburn, sat elegantly in her chair, and smiled coquettishly as she leaned over to ask the stranger for a cigarette… later, Chelsea Bridge, black cab, the moonlight catching her hair, he adored her silently – no names, this night, the rainbow’s end.'
Lollybelle
recorderist
cheers maldwyn!
But unfortunately the only thing that just about saves it from being chick-lit-stylee is that there is no more to the story - he gets one night, he doesn't know her name, and that's it. The only thing I could have written on the end of that would have been a dirty porn scene later... now there's an idea, 50-word porn
And Pez are sweeties - I used to love them when I was a kid because they came out of that little dispenser thing that didn't really work... maybe the fish was named after the sweetie, stranger things have happened.
But unfortunately the only thing that just about saves it from being chick-lit-stylee is that there is no more to the story - he gets one night, he doesn't know her name, and that's it. The only thing I could have written on the end of that would have been a dirty porn scene later... now there's an idea, 50-word porn
And Pez are sweeties - I used to love them when I was a kid because they came out of that little dispenser thing that didn't really work... maybe the fish was named after the sweetie, stranger things have happened.
inflatable jesus
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders
I got bored waiting for the train to show up. I had a fucker of a hangover and I was trying to fend off the comedown hallucinations for long enough to get me home.
Out of sheer boredom and impatience, I began using my evil psychic powers to destroy the the train tracks, the town, the M77, the world......
Out of sheer boredom and impatience, I began using my evil psychic powers to destroy the the train tracks, the town, the M77, the world......
chegrimandi
associated with adultery
nicked
sorry this ain't mine its nicked from the book I'm reading but its a great line.......(from Shipping News)
'Quoyle hated the thought of an incenstuous, fit prone, seal-killing child for a grandfather, but there was no choice. The mysteries of unknown family'
sorry this ain't mine its nicked from the book I'm reading but its a great line.......(from Shipping News)
'Quoyle hated the thought of an incenstuous, fit prone, seal-killing child for a grandfather, but there was no choice. The mysteries of unknown family'
Lollybelle
recorderist
A sad one and a happy one for the weekend
Transaction
Karolina slid into the brown leather seating, and loosened her purple fur-trimmed coat, looking from their dark corner to the still-bright crowded street. He leaned over, her wine already on the darkly-gleaming table and a hello kiss waiting on his lips; her eyes remained fixed in the middle-distance as it brushed her cheek.
Charlie
Jamie’s was always, always better! He had proper cans of drink, every day, and Charlie hadn’t even heard of ‘houmous’ till Jamie had started in the second year, with his flat pitta-sandwiches and dried-up fruit. Today, though, slurping his blue and white stripey orange juice box, Charlie laughed: What, my beef crisps for your manky apple?
Transaction
Karolina slid into the brown leather seating, and loosened her purple fur-trimmed coat, looking from their dark corner to the still-bright crowded street. He leaned over, her wine already on the darkly-gleaming table and a hello kiss waiting on his lips; her eyes remained fixed in the middle-distance as it brushed her cheek.
Charlie
Jamie’s was always, always better! He had proper cans of drink, every day, and Charlie hadn’t even heard of ‘houmous’ till Jamie had started in the second year, with his flat pitta-sandwiches and dried-up fruit. Today, though, slurping his blue and white stripey orange juice box, Charlie laughed: What, my beef crisps for your manky apple?
Lollybelle
recorderist
Sharing
"I hope he does hate me with every fucking fibre of his being..." she thought, clicking 'send' on her email to his other 'honey beautiful', struggling to swallow the metallic taste of a day's futile tears; "at least then I know he'll remember my name".
"I hope he does hate me with every fucking fibre of his being..." she thought, clicking 'send' on her email to his other 'honey beautiful', struggling to swallow the metallic taste of a day's futile tears; "at least then I know he'll remember my name".
inflatable jesus
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders
The phone rang.
'Brian' she said, 'you've got to help me!'
'Oh for fuck's sake' said Brian 'what's wrong now?'
'I've lost my orgasm' she said. ' I've been looking for days now and I can't find it anywhere'
'Well where did you have it last?'
She thought for a minute before answering. 'The toilets of the GNER Manchester to Glasgow'
'Well, you know what you have to do' he said.
'Brian' she said, 'you've got to help me!'
'Oh for fuck's sake' said Brian 'what's wrong now?'
'I've lost my orgasm' she said. ' I've been looking for days now and I can't find it anywhere'
'Well where did you have it last?'
She thought for a minute before answering. 'The toilets of the GNER Manchester to Glasgow'
'Well, you know what you have to do' he said.
DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
Strangely I called my cat Hendrix. I've a habit for naming things after dead rockstars. Jules hates it and says I'm a ghoul. Perhaps he'll lighten up when I remove the chains from his body and the corpses from his bed
'Someone on this plane wants to go to Luton, not Gatwick', announced the hostess. Everyone looked around. No one got up. Everyone was annoyed. 'Who's holding up the flight?....' Eventually they found him. He stood up; everyone laughed at him.
Turned out he was deaf.
(A true story by an observer of human nature)
Turned out he was deaf.
(A true story by an observer of human nature)
Bit more than 50 words, by a factor of 2-3.
Rush Hour
Reprimanded by the boss I woke up at 6am. "Last chance," he had said, "or you're out." No time for a shower, I'll just mask my putrid smell in Lynx. Breakfast at mach 4, shit, just poured coffee in the cornflakes. Eat them anyway, feel ill.
Leave house at 6.30, run to bus, get on, swear loudly. This bus goes to heathrow, jump off, theres my bus! Run across road, its pulling off, the bastard!! I wave my suitcase at the driver, he waves back, the cunt. I feel a movement in my hand, the suitcase has come open, panic, I look down to see my precious presentation floating in a puddle. The ink's run, its unreadable. Fuck. Run home to reprint it, turn on my PC. Blue screen, I hit keys at random. Fucking Windows. Grab paper and put my head down and write. Its finished, run out of door, there's my bus, jump on it. No need to worry, still half an hour to get to work. Whats this, road works??? More delays, I feel panic. Time ticks by. i jump off the bus at 9am, run to work as fast as I can, I can see the door!! I run towards it, arm outstretched ready to push and open. CRASH, I bounce off the door, its locked. Confused, I look at my watch, was I early? I look more closely at my timepiece, my jaw drops. FUCK, its saturday.
Rush Hour
Reprimanded by the boss I woke up at 6am. "Last chance," he had said, "or you're out." No time for a shower, I'll just mask my putrid smell in Lynx. Breakfast at mach 4, shit, just poured coffee in the cornflakes. Eat them anyway, feel ill.
Leave house at 6.30, run to bus, get on, swear loudly. This bus goes to heathrow, jump off, theres my bus! Run across road, its pulling off, the bastard!! I wave my suitcase at the driver, he waves back, the cunt. I feel a movement in my hand, the suitcase has come open, panic, I look down to see my precious presentation floating in a puddle. The ink's run, its unreadable. Fuck. Run home to reprint it, turn on my PC. Blue screen, I hit keys at random. Fucking Windows. Grab paper and put my head down and write. Its finished, run out of door, there's my bus, jump on it. No need to worry, still half an hour to get to work. Whats this, road works??? More delays, I feel panic. Time ticks by. i jump off the bus at 9am, run to work as fast as I can, I can see the door!! I run towards it, arm outstretched ready to push and open. CRASH, I bounce off the door, its locked. Confused, I look at my watch, was I early? I look more closely at my timepiece, my jaw drops. FUCK, its saturday.
the scouser
the voice of reason!
He adjusted his sight again, a little to the left. There!, fucking smack bang in the center.
It'd been a long night, but he had a job to do, maybe a mission was a more appropiate description.
" Fucking saction my dole now you twat" he muttered, finger squeezing the trigger"
It'd been a long night, but he had a job to do, maybe a mission was a more appropiate description.
" Fucking saction my dole now you twat" he muttered, finger squeezing the trigger"
yoda_yoghurt
New Member
he saw the tube doors just beginning to close but that wasn't going to stop him trying to get on. he sped up to a mighty sprint and just made it. now inside the carriage, the doors safely closed behing him, it stuck him that he was still hurtling along at nearly 20 mph.
CRASHHHH... he slammed into the opposite doors.
the end.
CRASHHHH... he slammed into the opposite doors.
the end.
DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
Feel the round barrel in your mouth, cool, hard.
Smell that gun-metal grease smell. The grip rests sturdy, well made by the taiwanese rubber factories. Think over your glories, the stadiums full of diverse people singing along as you pour out your bitter rock anthems
Feel the gun-metal.
Remember your feeling of betraying your outsider roots by bringing the extreme sounds to the mainstream. Remember your dream of starting the rot from the inside to bring down the system. So quickly quashed was your vision.
Feel the gun-metal. Squeeze the trigger.
And leave a note apologising for the mess your cranial contents make on the bathroom wall
Smell that gun-metal grease smell. The grip rests sturdy, well made by the taiwanese rubber factories. Think over your glories, the stadiums full of diverse people singing along as you pour out your bitter rock anthems
Feel the gun-metal.
Remember your feeling of betraying your outsider roots by bringing the extreme sounds to the mainstream. Remember your dream of starting the rot from the inside to bring down the system. So quickly quashed was your vision.
Feel the gun-metal. Squeeze the trigger.
And leave a note apologising for the mess your cranial contents make on the bathroom wall
He was manic, wild-eyed and permanently smacked to the eyeballs.
When I was leaving Bangkok he gave me a yellow pencil, and asked me to take it back to the UK, and to "put it anywhere - throw it in the fucking bin for all I care."
He told me he knew he'd never make it back, but that through that crappy yellow pencil, at least part of him would get there.
I threw it out of the window at Heathrow Airport, and didn't think of it again until today when I heard he was dead.
When I was leaving Bangkok he gave me a yellow pencil, and asked me to take it back to the UK, and to "put it anywhere - throw it in the fucking bin for all I care."
He told me he knew he'd never make it back, but that through that crappy yellow pencil, at least part of him would get there.
I threw it out of the window at Heathrow Airport, and didn't think of it again until today when I heard he was dead.
Lollybelle
recorderist
Yoss...
That's fucking brilliant.
That's fucking brilliant.
kosciesza61
New Member
true story (which happened just now)
feeling a little hungry (as it was lunchtime) I took a break from surfing the internet instead of working and went down to the canteen. then I returned to my desk, bracing myself for another 4 hours in the slow lane of the rat race, all the while dreaming of 5PM when it will be time to go home.
the end.
feeling a little hungry (as it was lunchtime) I took a break from surfing the internet instead of working and went down to the canteen. then I returned to my desk, bracing myself for another 4 hours in the slow lane of the rat race, all the while dreaming of 5PM when it will be time to go home.
the end.
Lollybelle
recorderist
Together?
He sat opposite, reading The Face, paying her no attention whatsoever. You know the type. But there was still that inexplicable compulsion... nothing made her feel more alive than someone who knew he was cool, who'd make her work for it.
Twisting her finger around her single long earring dangling through razorcut highlights, she pouted pinkly at her reflection behind him, and on balance decided: 'yep, pretty cool.' And then, on balance, wondered what the fuck had left them so cold?
He sat opposite, reading The Face, paying her no attention whatsoever. You know the type. But there was still that inexplicable compulsion... nothing made her feel more alive than someone who knew he was cool, who'd make her work for it.
Twisting her finger around her single long earring dangling through razorcut highlights, she pouted pinkly at her reflection behind him, and on balance decided: 'yep, pretty cool.' And then, on balance, wondered what the fuck had left them so cold?
He stepped into the phone box only to find it was occupied. Somewhat confused, he stepped out once more and struggled to keep a straight face. He couldnt sleep that night. Maybe it was the jelly.
Ever so slightly stolen but never mind:
He steps onto the stage and points out, quite fairly, that it is wet and the place smells of urine and disenfectant. He says it is like a hospital. Someone in the dark audience says to get on with it. He is not used to putting down hecklers, but says, Ive already begun. Somebody coughs. He adjusts his glasses and laughs to himself. Get off, says the one who told him to get on with it. And the comedian thinks up a line so apt. and well timed that all further shouting ceases. Unfortunately he thinks this line up on the bus home.
He steps onto the stage and points out, quite fairly, that it is wet and the place smells of urine and disenfectant. He says it is like a hospital. Someone in the dark audience says to get on with it. He is not used to putting down hecklers, but says, Ive already begun. Somebody coughs. He adjusts his glasses and laughs to himself. Get off, says the one who told him to get on with it. And the comedian thinks up a line so apt. and well timed that all further shouting ceases. Unfortunately he thinks this line up on the bus home.
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