The 9/10 of Monstemper!
Things am still little slow round here kids... that and me am still totally hooked on them little stories me tell you all about few days ago. Me not sure how me can ever thank me good friend Foot Eater for getting me addicted to them. Exactly fifty words long, excluding title. It so much FUN!
So again me say go see Footies and see what he done here and here.
Here are few more from me. Again, if you like, feel free to post you own in me comments or on you own blog, just let me know so me can come see them. Me LOVE this shit!
Enjoy.
It should have been me.
My best friend, tortured.
And I was forced to watch.
First he was almost drowned.
Then spun in the dark for sensory depravation.
Finally he was locked in the hot box and endured one of the worst beatings I ever heard.
"Five minuets," mum said. "Then teddy will be dry"
Tally HO!
Finishing the mark, he scanned the total.
His shaking hand touched each gouge, each carve into the wood, each crossmark of five.
"So many," he whispered.
His hand shook even harder reaching the top.
Carved there was one word. 'Glarkings.'
Foot Eater closed his eyes. "Why always me?" he wept.
The mood
Running my fingers through her hair, I held her head.
She closed her eyes, moving against me.
Rubbing my thumb over her ear, I progressed down to her shoulder and beyond.
She inhaled deeply.
I continued to her hip and down her shapely leg.
Then she bit me.
Damn cat.
So again me say go see Footies and see what he done here and here.
Here are few more from me. Again, if you like, feel free to post you own in me comments or on you own blog, just let me know so me can come see them. Me LOVE this shit!
Enjoy.
It should have been me.
My best friend, tortured.
And I was forced to watch.
First he was almost drowned.
Then spun in the dark for sensory depravation.
Finally he was locked in the hot box and endured one of the worst beatings I ever heard.
"Five minuets," mum said. "Then teddy will be dry"
Tally HO!
Finishing the mark, he scanned the total.
His shaking hand touched each gouge, each carve into the wood, each crossmark of five.
"So many," he whispered.
His hand shook even harder reaching the top.
Carved there was one word. 'Glarkings.'
Foot Eater closed his eyes. "Why always me?" he wept.
The mood
Running my fingers through her hair, I held her head.
She closed her eyes, moving against me.
Rubbing my thumb over her ear, I progressed down to her shoulder and beyond.
She inhaled deeply.
I continued to her hip and down her shapely leg.
Then she bit me.
Damn cat.
Scratched in cave wall by Monstee at 11:30 PM
4 Comments:
That last one was fantastic!
(damn it, i'm signed in as the boyfriend...this is angrygrrface)
Who are you? Fucking Hemmingway? Terse prose, but still rhthymic, with the emotional fulcrum of a Haiku? Robert Frost? With an eye for those things in life both common and sublime? Or Pynchon? Subversive, sick and smiling all the while? No. You are the O. Henry of 50 word stories.
I was going to drop this but your fine examples have inspired me to continue.
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