Ship of Fools: 25 word stories.

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Posted by balaam (# 4543) on :

balaam is wondering ... he scratches his head in wonder.

Could the Shipmate write individual stories in exactly twenty five words?

Let's see how they do.

Posted by balaam (# 4543) on :

A flash of lightening illuminates an empty page, followed by a clap of thunder. The author stares at the paper — the muse isn't flowing tonight.

Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on :

Imaginary Friend sat at his desk procrastinating from w*rk. "How to waste time next...?" he wondered. A new game appeared in the Circus. That's how!

Posted by Lyda*Rose (# 4544) on :

It was a dark and stormy night, and even that could not inspire Edward to write a decent Bulwer-Lytton Contest entry. Another April 15 shot.

Posted by balaam (# 4543) on :

Badly wounded, the soldier pulled himself off the barbed wire and struggled to get back to the the safety of the home trenches.

Failed.

And died.

Posted by Oscar the Grouch (# 1916) on :

"My darling. I adore you and worship the ground you walk on. Will you marry me?"

"Not a bleeding chance" she scoffed.

"Ok, fair enough."

Posted by Raptor Eye (# 16649) on :

The cat stalked the mouse, pounced, carried it into the house and dropped it under the bed. Screams were heard. The mouse lives there still.

Posted by Firenze (# 619) on :

'Maybe you're right. It's been a rough few years. A night out would be a pleasant change.'

'They're playing a comedy. You'll love it, Abe.'

Posted by Hart (# 4991) on :

Feet at the water's edge, he took a deep breath. Who knew what fate might have in store across the river? The Rubicon innocently flowed.

Posted by no prophet (# 15560) on :

Elephant strained to get the topmost leaves, breaking a branch of the tree. The nest fell down, the eggs broke and the parent birds cried.

Posted by Welease Woderwick (# 10424) on :

Rafting the white water, he was cast out of the boat, cracked his head on a massive lump of granite.

The verdict was accidental death.

Posted by Firenze (# 619) on :

'Come in for your tea, Isaac!' The boy hurried towards the house. Behind him, an apple dropped to earth. The tree sighed. Damn. Missed again.

Posted by Welease Woderwick (# 10424) on :

Their best friends now married, Brad and Janet headed off into the rainy night to see their good friend Dr Scott. Much musical mayhem ensued.

Posted by Pia (# 17277) on :

[This is not my 25-word story, as such, but given my username I can't resist posting a version of it here under this heading...]

Siena made me; Maremma unmade me. And if you don't know what that means, I suggest you ask my husband.

I am Pia. Remember me.

Posted by Stetson (# 9597) on :

Michael came home, yelled at Melinda, making her cry. They remained satisfactorily married('til death do us part etc), but things were never the same.

Posted by Schroedinger's cat (# 64) on :

They were never going to get on properly again. Understandable, given that she had just killed and served up his parents.

Posted by Firenze (# 619) on :

The lady was beautiful, invariably cheerful, with a broad smile - but snaggle-toothed. The painter put down his palette. 'Believe me, subtle is better' said Leonardo.

Posted by Stetson (# 9597) on :

Edward Gorey's The Happy Ending

Each panel being a self-contained variation on the theme.

Posted by Welease Woderwick (# 10424) on :

The map clearly showed a bridge over the piranha infested river. Being trusting souls they drove on in the foggy night.

The map was wrong.

Posted by Jane R (# 331) on :

The grey-bearded yokel pointed a wavering finger at the ancient crypt.

"Whatever you do, don't open it!"

The antiquary frowned thoughtfully. "OK."

And didn't.

Posted by Oscar the Grouch (# 1916) on :

"My darling. I adore you and worship the ground you walk on. Will you marry me?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she sighed.

"Oh! Wasn't expecting that!"

Posted by Stetson (# 9597) on :

Prior to phoning his boss and calling him a lunkheaded scumbag, it would have been advisable for Billy to double-check the lotto listings. Alas...

Posted by Lyda*Rose (# 4544) on :

The late Ted Bundy euphorically floated down the corridor of light surrounded by lilting melodies. Ooopsy! Hell is well lighted and plays Muzak continuously.

Posted by roybart (# 17357) on :

Mama died today. Or possibly yesterday. Anyway, it wrecked my concentration so I blew the interview. Who will marry me now? "I will," Philippe said.

Posted by Oscar the Grouch (# 1916) on :

"My darling. I adore you and worship the ground you walk on. Will you marry me?"

"You what, mate?" he exclaimed.

"Ooops! Wrong person! Sorry!"

Posted by roybart (# 17357) on :

Gregor Samsa woke up transformed into a giant insect. His horrified wife divorced him. His cat shunned him. He lives with his elderly mother now.

Posted by no prophet (# 15560) on :

The gas from that meal was so bad that I caught on fire. They said it was spontaneous human combustion; however, it was the beans.

Posted by Oscar the Grouch (# 1916) on :

"My darling. I adore you and worship the ground you walk on. Will you marry me?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Actually, I was talking to your daughter."

Posted by roybart (# 17357) on :

Oscar, [Overused]

On a duller note --

Three sisters lived in the boondocks, dreaming of Moscow, "Nothing ever happens here!" they cried. Years passed. Nothing ever did happen. Or not much, anyway.

[ 03. June 2014, 19:57: Message edited by: roybart ]

Posted by Doublethink (# 1984) on :

The lonely Viking dreamed a maiden, fought through blood and fire to find her. But she was back beside the hearth he left, foolish Viking.

Posted by Welease Woderwick (# 10424) on :

The Irish novelist was bored so he wrote a boring book so other people could be bored, too. He set it in Dublin. It worked.

Posted by Oscar the Grouch (# 1916) on :

"My darling. I adore you and worship the ground you walk on. Will you marry me?"

"But we’re already married!"

"Oh. I had quite forgotten."

Posted by no prophet (# 15560) on :

My bicycle gears wouldn't shift properly. This thread inspired me to take action. So I went to a local bike shop where they fixed it.

Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on :

Roy's boys fearlessly flew to Brazil. Two defeats and a stodgy draw later they returned, tail between legs. England look for a new head coach.

Posted by Oscar the Grouch (# 1916) on :

"My darling. I adore you and worship the ground you walk on. Will you marry me?"

“Je ne parle pas anglais.”

"That’s a ‘yes’ then."

Posted by jrw (# 18045) on :

Walking along Shuttleworth Road, I heard a voice from inside a house shouting 'You've started on a new margarine without finishing the old one first!'

Posted by SvitlanaV2 (# 16967) on :

'Should I:

- go to China
- write that monograph/novel
- type up the minutes
- go to bed?'

K's eyes skimmed the screen. The answer? Chocolate. Again.

Posted by roybart (# 17357) on :

In the sequel:

Svetlana's novel was complete. So were the minutes of that disputatious vestry meeting.

On the Beijing flight, Svetlana reclined in her sleeper seat and smiled.

Posted by no prophet (# 15560) on :

Ben skewered the rat like a weiner and roasted it over the fire. It didn't taste like chicken. His stomach was pumped the next day.

Posted by no prophet (# 15560) on :

The sequel:

At the hospital, Ben's doctor also diagnosed appendicitis. As a committed communist, the doctor she removed Ben's intestines, liberating the oppressed appendix. ¡Viva la revoluçión!

Posted by Hart (# 4991) on :

Dan woke up one morning to find a new picture of himself on his phone, sound asleep in his bed. He lives, he thought, alone.

Posted by Welease Woderwick (# 10424) on :

The posh new computer arrived, it was wonderful except the idiot installer had loaded Office 2007 and not the 2003 version, as had been requested!

Posted by The5thMary (# 12953) on :

Miranda dolefully picked the scab on the side of her head. She was weary of having a skin condition. She desperately craved a ham sandwich.

Posted by Welease Woderwick (# 10424) on :

He cycled into town in the early morning to visit the ATM. The machine was not working. What a complete and utter waste of time!

Posted by Smudgie (# 2716) on :

She woke to the sound of movement in the kitchen.
A man was climbing through the window.
Her teenage son had forgotten his keys again!

Posted by Welease Woderwick (# 10424) on :

The teenager had forgotten his keys so decided to climb in through the window. Such a shame he chose the wrong house, with large dog!

Posted by no prophet (# 15560) on :

The large dog made that throaty coughing sound they do just before vommitting. Later, the teenager cleaned up the mess, and also fixed the window.

Posted by The5thMary (# 12953) on :

The large dog desperately craved a ham sandwich but the teenager wasn't a fool! He only intended to clean up vomit once in his life!

Posted by Welease Woderwick (# 10424) on :

The perfumery was a joy to the olfactory senses but to some the major effect was to induce hay fever. I had forgotten my antihistamine.

Posted by Dal Segno (# 14673) on :

The conductor raised his baton. The violins took up the opening strains of the Brahms. Sadly, the brass section thought they were playing the Mahler.

Posted by Sir Kevin (# 3492) on :

The late George Carlin did several sketches of a guy who was a weatherman: 'The forecast for tonight is dark, with scattered light before morning!'

Posted by Welease Woderwick (# 10424) on :

The British and the Germans sought the same markets and were prepared to fight - the result four years of war and millions dead or injured.

Posted by Oscar the Grouch (# 1916) on :

"My darling. I adore you and worship the ground you walk on. Will you marry me?"

"Didn't you hear me the first time?"

"Obviously not."

Posted by Welease Woderwick (# 10424) on :

"My darling, I adore you and worship the ground you walk on. Will you marry me?"

"George, what're you saying to that goldfish?"

"Nothing mum."

Posted by Oscar the Grouch (# 1916) on :

quote:
Originally posted by Welease Woderwick:
"My darling, I adore you and worship the ground you walk on. Will you marry me?"

"George, what're you saying to that goldfish?"

"Nothing mum."

(Although I am considering suing you for plagiarism...)

Posted by SvitlanaV2 (# 16967) on :

The woodcutter's son scaled mountains, foiled witches and slew foul beasts. Yes, the princess was a short, fat, screechy b*%!@h - but she was worth it.

[Ultra confused]

(Sorry - this is my evil underside coming out. But hey, I'm anonymous....)

Posted by The5thMary (# 12953) on :

"My darling, I adore you and worship the ground you walk on. Will you marry me?"

Peter's shoes regarded him in silence. Shoes don't talk!

Posted by Oscar the Grouch (# 1916) on :

O dear God, what have I started...... [Ultra confused]

Posted by Welease Woderwick (# 10424) on :

He claimed he rarely suffered from insomnia but occasionally it struck and he wandered the house all night.

The next day he was completely useless!

Posted by no prophet (# 15560) on :

His insomnia resulted from drinking because of worry. His worry was caused by rising interest rates on the mortgage. Winning the lottery was the answer!

Posted by roybart (# 17357) on :

Every story has more than one side:

Mona could not bear Henry's drunken binges. She paid the mortgage and resolved to leave him. Two weeks after the divorce she won the lottery.

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