Short Stories

A lone drop of his “man juice” dribbled slowly down the length of my arm. I licked it off in anticipation as I held on to its source. I was curious, and the taste was new to me. He looked at me in disgust and threw his now empty juice box to the floor. He turned and yelled “You cootie filled little monster! I’m telling mum!”

People feared her despite her trying to impress them with her dancing. She danced because her life depended on it. She felt trapped. Being enclosed in such a small place angered her, but she couldn’t escape. She just kept on dancing gracefully, but the people still walked away in fear. She slowly died as all the firewood burnt out, leaving her remnants in the small fireplace.

With tears in her eyes she held on to him, scared that she was about to lose her best friend forever. She wasn’t ready to let go. “NO!” she yelled as she watched him slip out of her hands. All hope was lost. She had failed to save him. She sat there crying as she watched the school bully run away with her favorite teddy bear.