Short Stories

"My favorite will always be Leonardo" said Sammy. "I like Michelangelo better" replied Sue. After many failed attempts at making some new friends, I decided to try and join the conversation and finally said, "I enjoy Picasso’s work more." The others laughed and walked away, shaking their heads in disbelief. How was I supposed to know they were talking about the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?

"The baby looks nothing like me!" yelled Mike from across the room. "You surely slept with someone else! Who did you sleep with? My brother again?! You're a bloody whore! Get out of my house" Silvia came running to me in horror, and crying her eyes out, asked "Why is daddy screaming at me mommy? I was only pretending to be you with a baby doll!”

I entered the hospital with one broken rib, 3 broken fingers, a shattered knee cap, 5 knocked out teeth and a black eye. I was in great pain, but I wasn't going to die from the damage. The doctors were surprised I could get such injuries doing what I was doing. Considering everything, breaking up with Susan had gone a lot better than I actually expected.

Living in the countryside had changed my perspective of life. I couldn't take anything for granted there. One morning, the farmer came in with a male sheep and said it was for me to keep. I wasn't immediately sure why he would give me such a thing. How could I explain to him that it wasn't what I meant when I said I needed more RAM?

"I'm back from Canada!" I yelled as I walked into my house. "I took care of everything" said Stephen immediately as I walked in, "I watered all the plants and fed all the pets!" "Oh thank you... but what pets are you referring to? I don’t have pets…" I said, confused. "Of course you do!" he said, "Whose are the 4 rats in the kitchen then?"

I found him irresistible. The feeling of his bare flesh against mine was so amazing that I just couldn't control myself. I ecstatically waited for the moment when I could touch my lips to his steaming hot body. He smelled wonderful, I licked him in anticipation. Some religions consider it very wrong to do this, but I can't help it, cannibalism is my one true passion.

“Get out! Get out now you bloody pervert!!!!” Sarah yelled as her fiancé walked in. “What? I just wanted to congratulate you on your game!” “Leave now!” she yelled again pointing to the door. He couldn’t understand her anger. Why did she want him to leave after finding time to watch her game? Confused and hurt, Jeff quietly walked out of the women's basketball locker room.