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Old, stray twits

Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 6:25 am
by Chivalrybean
Mel looked at the stuffed squid from Ikea and smiled. Her parents bought it for her. Dad Let's name it Norm. Mom: Sherman?

Where the Sun Don't Shine

Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 3:58 pm
by CLP
The moral of the story is never travel the dark side of Gliese 581c on foot. They can smell you and they are faster than you.

Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 5:34 pm
by Mr. Tweedy
Ga! Space lawyers! What a horrible concept.

Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 7:12 pm
by strawman
This is so far over my head that if it poops, the poop will freeze before it hits the ground.

Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 8:47 pm
by ROU Killing Time
Can there be a more obvious name for a stuffed squid? Methinks not.

Shouldn't Dad have a colon after it, or what there just not enough room in the tight confines to allow for that?

I don't have a twitter so i'm posting this here

Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:55 am
by loser018
“I gotta’ find a better job” thought the beaten up henchmen.

Re: I don't have a twitter so i'm posting this here

Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:56 am
by loser018
sorry but I really wanted to post this and I don't know how to use twitter. Sorry.

Re: I don't have a twitter so i'm posting this here

Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 2:49 am
by ROU Killing Time
just post it on the 5000 page Twit-Fic thread... The one with 4000 pages of twit-fics by Algernon Sydney is Dead.

Re: I don't have a twitter so i'm posting this here

Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 7:33 pm
by Mr. Tweedy
Yup. (This thread is locked for redundancy.)

The Thinker

Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 11:50 pm
by flyawaybefree
“I’m trying to think!” Millie moaned.

“If you have to make that face, you must be stupid,” her brother retorted. “You look like you’re in pain just from the effort.”

“I… I…” the powers of speech were lost to her as her face turned red, then purple. Her eyes began to bug out, showing far too much white.

“Stop thinking, Millie!” He cried in desperation.

But it was too late, as her head swelled like a gory balloon, veins popping, blood pouring down her face until the pressure of thought became too great and her brain splattered against the walls.

Re: The Thinker

Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 12:03 am
by strawman
Good thing thoughts aren't carbonated.

Re: The Thinker

Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 12:36 am
by flyawaybefree
oops- this should be in the drabbles- I'm reposting it there.