short story – Page 29

Dog Meat

November 19, 2018 LittleFears24 Comments

“I tell ya, man,” said Sprite, “my new job’s so hard.”
“What is it?” asked Red.
“Professional dog walker,” replied Sprite.
“Ah,” pondered Red. “I would have thought it was a walk in the park.”

Marge

November 16, 2018 LittleFears43 Comments

“Excuse me,” called Marge, rubbing her eyes.
“Yes, ma’am?” replied Officer.
“Officer…” Marge bleated, squinting at his name tag. “Doohickey… Why am I here?”
“For drinking ma’am,” replied Officer.
“Ah, goodo,” replied Marge, leaning against the bars. “When do we begin?”

die, lucy

November 15, 2018 LittleFears16 Comments

“Lucy,” cheered Spiders, “long time no see.”
“Hello, Spiders,” sighed Lucy.
“Oh dear,” said Spiders. “You sound glum. Something up?”
“Just been to the doctor,” grumbled Lucy. “She told me I was going to die soon.”
“My word,” gasped Spider. “Did she say what of?”
“No,” pondered Lucy. “But I think she’s realised I’m sleeping with her wife.”

Pounds & Pennies

November 13, 2018 LittleFears12 Comments

“I tell ya,” sighed Mabel, “if I had a pound everytime someone said your name sounds old…”
“It’s quite an old name though,” pointed out Polykeet.
“Well, yes, but I’m not that old,” grumbled Mabel. “Sometimes it’s enough to give me a bit of an existential crisis.”
“Ah,” replied Ploykeet. “Now if I had a pound for every time I had an existential crisis…”
Mabel was aware of a pause and turned to a drooping Polykeet.
“I’d know the true value of the bleak absurdity of life,” cried Polykeet.

Mimed

November 12, 2018 LittleFears48 Comments

“Good grief Lucy,” sighed Yuffie.
“Look,” moaned Lucy, “only a few of them died.”
“Turning them against each other like that just wiped out the entire performing arts department,” groaned Yuffie.
“Well, yes,” sighed Lucy. “Look, this sort of thing happens all the time.”
“Mimes killing mimes isn’t a regular occurrence,” declared Yuffie.
“Yes it is,” replied Lucy. “You just don’t hear about it.”

Signed

November 9, 2018 LittleFears12 Comments

“I need some further education,” sighed Arya.
“Want to learn anything in particular?” asked Mud.
“A new language, maybe,” replied Arya.
“Oh, I learned sign language a few years ago,” said Mud.
“Ahh, awesome,” said Arya. “Have you ever needed it?”
“Well,” pondered Muck, “it’s come in handy.”

Stolen Feet

November 8, 2018 LittleFears44 Comments

“Yeah, I just saw him,” said Sprite. “It looked like his feet had been cut off!”
“Oh, yes,” replied Devilish. “That was me. I needed his shoes.”
“Good grief,” gasped Sprite. “That’s a bit extreme!”
“I know,” grinned Devilish, “but his sole is now mine.”
Sprite whined.

What people think

November 6, 2018 LittleFears20 Comments

“She called me a cretaceous throwback with a head as bobbly as a Necroraphidia,” moaned Bugly.
“That’s what all this sulking is about?” sighed Sprite.
Buglys eyes widened and his top mandible quivered.
“Ok, listen, don’t worry about what humans think,” said Sprite. “They don’t do it very often.”

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