Stories 141 and 142

Well, in my time zone I still have a couple hours until Monday, so I can do only two stories. I hope none of you will mind, as long as the stories are interesting...

Story 141:


The time had come. Unfortunately, they missed it and so whatever would have happened in that given time never did, and it passed by just like any other moment.


Story 142:


Soldiers from both sides remained camped across from each other for years. Neither army attacked—both were too busy trying to kill the other… with boredom. They succeeded.

Stories 138, 139, and 140

To make the appalling lateness of my posts a wee bit more bearable for everyone, every time I'm late I will give you 3 stories instead of 2, including right now!!

Story 138:

"Any casualties?" asked the captain.
"Lt. Johnson didn't make it."
"But... Lt. Johnson was hypothetical. He didn't actually exist, did he?"

Story 139:

"Tell me it isn't true!" she demanded, sobbing.

"Who am I to say if its true or not?" said the man. "I'm only your imaginary friend. Anything I tell you about my past is entirely made up by you!"

Story 140:

One by one, they harvested the toadstools in search of pixies. None were found, even to the last toadstool. Then the sky grew dark--with swarming pixies. No one could escape their wrath!

Stories 135, 136, and 137

Sorry I never posted yesterday! I have a list of excuses, but you'd probably prefer to hear a bonus make-up story instead. So three stories this time!

Story 135:

         It was a meeting of mice. No one was willing to put a bell on the cat to warn them of its coming.

         “What will we do?” moaned one mouse.

         “That’s easy,” chuckled another. “We run. Fast.”

Story 136:

She smiled, remembering his laugh, his stories, and their time together. Then she remembered him. She frowned.

Story 137:

The aliens had conquered Earth. It wasn't a challenge; all the humans had left already, supposedly conquering other worlds.

Stories 133 and 134

Story 133:

“I should have guessed it was you, Bill,” she sighed. “All the letters, the secret notes….” She smiled. “But for a moment there, I thought I was really being stalked!”

Story 134:

The sliver of moon hung darkly over the gloomy forest, illuminating only the old castle and the pale silhouette of the specter of the young girl within as she leaned gently over the form of her sleeping brother, murmuring, “Don’t mourn for me, Rothchild; you’ll be with me soon.”

Stories 131 and 132

Story 131:

Albert studied the plane as he watched it taking off without him. He could have had so much.

Story 132:


There’s nothing like the leftover puddles on the bathtub floor. After there had been sufficient time for them to cool, the cat leapt in and began licking the sweet, perfect drops. Purrrr… Then someone turned on the shower.

Stories 129 and 130

Story 129:
Blood was seeping through his shirt. It was now only a matter of time before everything would fade--everything being his life. "Help, I need help," he moaned. No one could hear. He pulled her picture out of his pocket and looked at it. One tear left his eyes before they misted over.

Story 130:
"Hurry!" said Jolene. "If we don't get them now we never will!" The galactic fliers zoomed around, weaving up and down. They fired continuously. That night they would celebrate the conquest of Sirius.

Stories 127 and 128:

Story 127:

"I'm running away," the boy admitted after a pause.

"What? You're leaving your family?"

"No, they're coming with me. It's the neighbors we can't stand."


Story 128:

As a historian, I'd always wondered what this man would be like if he were alive. Now that I knew, I wished I hadn't wondered.