Short story thread

[Guy Fawkes]

you have 10 minutes to write. GO!

[Guy Fawkes]

1. here:

I opened the refrigerator. I don't know what I expected, but what I found certainly surprised me. There was a talking sandwich, sitting on the shelf, looking at me with his olive eyes.
You know, orange juice is good for you
It sounded like a bad commercial from the late 1990's.
Drinking orange juice every day can prevent some forms of cancer!
I took out the sandwich... time for lunch.
Wouldn’t you rather have some oran... AHHHHHH!
Mmmm, I would have used crisper lettuce, but it will do. Now for some milk...



the end.
(edited for spelling)

[HEyHEY]

3. I picture a cold-water flat in NYC

AM i right?

[WindRavenX]

5. This is something I'm working on..

In the summer air their shadows, like dark ghosts, moved slowly across the paved ground. The air was silent and still, thick with tension, in the late heat of the day as the flock of crows wheeled and circled with almost deliberate slowness over the parking lot.
The parking lot, between a steaming Indian restaurant and an video rental store, was cracked and had clumps of golden grass poke up from the black cover. The lot smelled of garlic and curry; and there was fine layer of tawny brown dust that swirled up into the sky as small dust devils when the crows would float down to the ground, the tips of their obsidian black pinions never quite touching the dusty ground as they landed. When they landed, without as much as a tap of silver claws or iron beak upon the hard pavement, their backs and wings reflected the white sun back into the air, sparkling like dark gems as they floated down from the empty sky.
Some perched on the roofs of the restaurant and video store; others floated high above the lot, casting their ominous v-shaped shadows upon the ground below them.
This was the scene that the girl observed. She sat, knees pulled to her chest, and watched the crows hop and fight over the stale bits of food in the dumpster. The flock , perched on the rim of the green dumpster, suddenly errupted in harsh barks and screeches. For the most part, they were calm and did not strike each other; they just continued to shriek and snap their heavy bills at one another as they tore apart moldy spiced pork and chicken bits. The girl's hazel eyes did not move as they continued to observe the suddenly chaotic crows.
And then the girl saw a most terrifying sight.
While the crows continued to eat and scoure the dumpster of Indian food, another shadow moved over the lot. Unlike the small shadows of the crows, this shadow was large and imposing. Suddenly, the noises from the dumpster stoped.
The girl looked up the sky.
A monstrous sized crow, colored like a silver moon, floated down to the dumpster. Unlike the shiny, shimmering black crows, this beast was dusty and his song was a deep croak.
His eyes flickered for a second, then he started the massacre.
The girl did not flinch as the silver monster suddenly started to attack the other crows. Flecks of brick red soon were drying-

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10 minutes

[punpirate]

6. Don't think you had enough...

... to eat today.... :)

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2. here -posted in the other too

"Come along baby" was on the Radio.
I was wiht this girl, the name doesn't matter. She was a grade younger than me and I had watched her all through school that year. It was August, I finally got a date with her. After a conversation with threatening undetones with her dad, I got her out of the house. I remember the warning my own father had given me.
"Don't let your manhood influence smart thinking."
I Never should have asked him for advice.
We sat in the car, at "the point" in my 34 street rod. Man, I had done that out. Headers, pipes, pink slip, the whole bit.
So, we sat there, her and I for tenminutes, cuddled on the front seat. At my age, it was harmony. She wanted to dance to the radio. I enjoyed listening and thinking too much. But I partook anyway. And so, we grooved. To Jerry Lee, against the wishes of our parents. What a time.
We got back into the car, it was her and I. I looked for the courage to make a move. As a motorhead, I was too nervous. then, she became bold. Cozying up to me, our lips were so close, then she kissed me.
"I never thought YOU would do it, she laughed afterwards.
I didn't know what to do, cop a feel, kiss again, talk about the leafs.
"Ha ha" was all I could muster. This girl made me nervous, the kind of fear that was rooted in my fear of being rejected, not by her, but of the telling of the story to my friends (none of which ever had touched a female.)
Just then, there was a banging on the car. I looked at the clock...it was 15 minutes after when I said I'd hacve her home.
With extreme panic I looked out the window, there was a huge man, in a pair of overalls standing there... I knew it was her father.
"Jess, get out of this car NOW!" he exclaimed.
I scrambled to look presentable. I knew it was over. He'd never let me take her out again.

[punpirate]

7. This reminds me of a funny story...

... which you should make a point of finding, if you can. I heard it on an NPR station, a segment during the day, of Tim O'Brien reading from Tomcat in Love, and his reading of it is very droll, and very funny.

I'd pass on the link, but the one I have is dead, and I have yet to find a new one. Maybe you can find the book--look for the chapter where he finally convinces his girlfriend, Lorna Sue, to sleep with him, after considerable negotiation.

Cheers.

Edit for sp.

[punpirate]

4. Oops...

... mine's on the other thread. :eyes: