Short Stories

Blood had dripped on the floor, questions were being asked, people were being interrogated, but yet, no answers were found. Sammy sat there in silence as the psychiatrist questioned him. The psychiatrist encouraged her mentally challenged patient, “were you the one who cut Peter’s hand off?” Sammy gave a blank look and answered “How else was he going to give me a hand with my homework?”

The Daleks gathered round Captain Jack Harkness in amazement. They did not shoot, or try to attack… they just stood there in awe. Captain Jack had an unusually wide smile on his face, which, given the situation, shouldn’t have been there. The Daleks asked him how something like that was possible, but all Jack could say was, “What? Have you never seen a guy naked before?”

This incredible bloodlust is going to get me killed. But the want for human blood is just too incredible. I glide through the night and silently pierce unsuspecting human skin, and suck the sweet, warm blood right out of them. It’s my one weakness, but it’s my life. Humans hate my kind and have invented many ways to kill us. Hence the invention of mosquito sprays.

Elves were running everywhere screaming. Santa Claus was in panic. Someone had killed Rudolph on Christmas Eve. What more could go wrong? A special vet hurried to try and save him, but they all knew it was hopeless as the vet gave his final nod. But somewhere in the workshop, an Elf wrote in his personal journal how his hat won’t ever be chewed on again.

Emily’s dog took a strange liking to me in the past 2 days. He followed me around all the time. Emily said it was because he liked the people that usually slept over at her house, but I wasn’t convinced. That night, after I changed into my PJs, I realised the dog stopped following me. Turns out, he only liked the chocolate I accidentally sat on.

I quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed a crowbar, and trying not to wake my tired husband, left to investigate the crashing sound I heard. A dark silhouette could be seen pillaging the miniature statue collection, which were anniversary gifts from my husband. The robber jolted at my sight, so taking the opportunity I whispered, "If you take the whole collection, I promise not to scream"

.／l、 (ﾟ､ ｡ ７ .l、 ~ヽ .じしf_,)ノ The imperial guards feared the Emperor would be furious, as they told him the news of his favorite cat's death. Having killed the cat themselves by accident didn't help much either. They explained its death, adding hilarity and trying to rid the obvious blame off themselves. The Emperor laughed hysterically at the news. He also enjoyed sitting in his new one of a kind Imperial-guard-skin chair.