Super short stories

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The rock star strutted offstage, basking in the adoration of his screaming fans. The concert had been a triumph: Time to do a ton of drugs.

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Strike three! He lurched back to the dugout. Was that a curve, or a slider? A fan yelled at him, and it really hurt his feelings.

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His skin turned to scales. He could breathe underwater. He bolted across the ocean. That's when it hit him-tomorrow's garbage day.

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It was five to midnight. Jack was far from home. Where's Gina? he thought. A coyote howled. An owl hooted. The killer was behind him! Oh no!

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The thieves ran from the police. They ditched the TVs and jewelry. The police tripped on the jewelry. The TVs were donated to the poor.

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The cabana boy watched the rich lady lay by the pool. What a summer, he said. But now it's back to Des Moines, and my pregnant girlfriend.

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Inches from the ground, he realized the bungee cord wouldn't stop him. He was consoled, however, by this thought: "Thank God I'm a lawyer."

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Tax day, and Ty hadn't started. "I'll do it next year," he said. A knock at the door. Agents. Uzis. Gunfight. His taxes were paid in blood.

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The astronaut looked at earth. 100 years in orbit. What had changed in the time since he left? Everything, he thought. Maybe everything.

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Summer turned to fall, and fall to winter. He waited in vain for her return. He wrote a letter in spring, but by then she was dead.

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He flexed and asked if she wanted tickets to the gun show. She laughed, but he was serious. The show was at the fairgrounds on Saturday.

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The fart was rancid, the worst he had ever made. He stopped, cleared his throat, and continued with the eulogy.

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The grape fell from the vine. I sidestepped it, but Antonio did not. The fall crippled him. At long last, revenge was mine.