Short Stories

so...the composed ends up keeping company with the decomposed.... 

the moral of the story is.... never let strangers sneak into your Beefaroni closet whilst you're waiting for a nuclear war to begin... 

A real short story...

Once upon a time there was a lonely goat herder. 

His life was so lonely and boring there is nothing eventful to report.

The End.

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Um.... No.  The moral to the story is to refrigerate the Beefaroni closet and turn the thermostat to -16c. That way nobody jumps out later and there's a fallback if the groceries run out.

The real moral of the story. Lock the door.

There once was a person who wanted world peace.

the

     end

my patience.   <---- the shortest story in history.

The ....... 

'The' shortest story there is.

Or 'It' ... that's even shorter.

'I' maybe but don't go shorter or there'll  nothing left to short.

Your Pizza (or mine). <----- The absolute shortest story in history.

Orright, I'm just gonna cut to the chase...

The End.

Fin

....end

And for those requiring a little more detail...

Once upon a time there was the end.

[dunno whose end it was, but there it was]

The man in the moon story, excellent rendition. Thank you starkers

Yeah, I wanted to put a bit of a different twist on it.  The fact it was a woman hopefully doesn't detract too much from the original storyline.

Short story. There once was a gent who railed against the TP industry and got wiped clean. Its true.

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Unfortunately, I am to long winded to write a short story or I would post something.

Yeah, and the bastards haven't heard the end of it.  Oh, and while ultra-thin may be desirable in a laptop, it is not so with TP.

I've heard that you're so long winded, you can blow up a hot air balloon with the greatest of ease.

Macy's Day parade is or has it happened already, lol, losing track of time, Those big balloons they fly ... did he? Hmmmmm

This is funny. I mean, really funny. Especially coming from the number one registered, identified, and officially notarized contributor of green house gases from the land down under. My understanding is that they have traced the origin, or as it is now scientifically known the 'Quaternary Age-toxic-gaseous-induced-mammalian-mutation' of the duck-billed-platypus all the way back to a single fart issued by one of your great, great, great....ancestors over 100,00 years ago. All of this is documented here and public knowledge, you crusty blowhard.

Hehe, Po, you really do have to keep up with your meds. You know the alternative is a strait jacket, a gag and a padded cell. Now this is something that I don't want to see happen to you again.  I mean, it's not that you can't scratch yourself while in the strait jacket, nor the fact that you could sustain bruises from bouncing off the padded walls of your cell.  No, it's the new and inventive way you come up with to express yourself... and they call me the 'Master Blaster'  Yup, that particular rendition of Rick Astley is shittier than most, so it's no wonder sanitarium staff have been given new evacuation plans to get residents out of the facility much faster than ever before.

yadda, yadda, yadda, bleh, bleh, bleh

you got rolled, matey

Uh oh

So I was... but I can still scratch my nuts.

If you behave, perhaps you'll get that strait jacket off so you can, too.

Not to worry, everything's under control.

Is it better under or over control? I usually like sitting next to it.

So, if control came in the form of a 6ft Amazonian babe in a leather corset and stilettos, would ya still wanna sit next to it?

Not to it but to her .... sure. As long as I got a working transporter to get the hell outta there before she gets ................