Short Stories
Sunday, November 20, 2011 by Iben | Discussion: WinCustomize Talk
A man named Fred wins ten million in the lottery and moves to Montana
where he builds a house and prepares for the end of the world.
After building his house Fred starts work on a bomb shelter
where he can live through any disaster.Fred stocks the shelter
with food, ammo, guns, radios, batteries, water and everything
he can think of that he will need to survive the end of the world.
Just after completing his shelter Fred hears a radio broadcast alerting
the public that a nuclear war has begun. Fred races to his shelter
goes in and shuts the door to the outside world behind him.
Fred sits in his chair and turns on his emergency radio to
monitor broadcasts of news.
Behind Fred is the door to the Beefaroni closet.
Suddenly a stranger jumps out of the Beefaroni closet, shoots
Fred in the back of the head and places him in a body bag.
The stranger then takes a seat in the chair Fred was sitting in
and begins monitoring broadcasts for news.
The End.
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Reply #2 Monday, November 21, 2011 12:05 AM
A real short story...
Once upon a time there was a lonely goat herder.
His life was so lonely and boring there is nothing eventful to report.
The End. 
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Um.... No. The moral to the story is to refrigerate the Beefaroni closet and turn the thermostat to -16c. That way nobody jumps out later and there's a fallback if the groceries run out.
Reply #4 Saturday, November 26, 2011 2:08 AM
There once was a person who wanted world peace.
the
end
Reply #5 Saturday, November 26, 2011 11:06 AM
my patience. <---- the shortest story in history.
Reply #6 Saturday, November 26, 2011 11:15 AM
The .......
'The' shortest story there is.
Or 'It' ... that's even shorter.
'I' maybe but don't go shorter or there'll nothing left to short.
Reply #7 Saturday, November 26, 2011 11:16 AM
Your Pizza (or mine). <----- The absolute shortest story in history. 
Reply #8 Saturday, November 26, 2011 11:32 PM
Orright, I'm just gonna cut to the chase...
The End.
Reply #11 Sunday, November 27, 2011 11:07 AM
And for those requiring a little more detail...
Once upon a time there was the end.
[dunno whose end it was, but there it was] 
Reply #12 Sunday, November 27, 2011 11:28 AM
The man in the moon story, excellent rendition. Thank you starkers
Reply #13 Sunday, November 27, 2011 1:47 PM
Yeah, I wanted to put a bit of a different twist on it. The fact it was a woman hopefully doesn't detract too much from the original storyline.
Reply #14 Sunday, November 27, 2011 2:45 PM
Short story. There once was a gent who railed against the TP industry and got wiped clean. Its true.
shameless plug
Reply #15 Monday, November 28, 2011 5:19 PM
Unfortunately, I am to long winded to write a short story or I would post something.
Reply #16 Monday, November 28, 2011 11:19 PM
Yeah, and the bastards haven't heard the end of it. Oh, and while ultra-thin may be desirable in a laptop, it is not so with TP. 
I've heard that you're so long winded, you can blow up a hot air balloon with the greatest of ease. 
Reply #17 Monday, November 28, 2011 11:39 PM
Macy's Day parade is or has it happened already, lol, losing track of time, Those big balloons they fly ... did he? Hmmmmm
Reply #18 Tuesday, November 29, 2011 3:02 PM
This is funny. I mean, really funny. Especially coming from the number one registered, identified, and officially notarized contributor of green house gases from the land down under. My understanding is that they have traced the origin, or as it is now scientifically known the 'Quaternary Age-toxic-gaseous-induced-mammalian-mutation' of the duck-billed-platypus all the way back to a single fart issued by one of your great, great, great....ancestors over 100,00 years ago. All of this is documented here and public knowledge, you crusty blowhard.
Reply #19 Tuesday, November 29, 2011 7:10 PM
Hehe, Po, you really do have to keep up with your meds. You know the alternative is a strait jacket, a gag and a padded cell. Now this is something that I don't want to see happen to you again. I mean, it's not that you can't scratch yourself while in the strait jacket, nor the fact that you could sustain bruises from bouncing off the padded walls of your cell. No, it's the new and inventive way you come up with to express yourself... and they call me the 'Master Blaster' Yup, that particular rendition of Rick Astley is shittier than most, so it's no wonder sanitarium staff have been given new evacuation plans to get residents out of the facility much faster than ever before.
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Reply #1 Sunday, November 20, 2011 11:49 PM
so...the composed ends up keeping company with the decomposed....
the moral of the story is.... never let strangers sneak into your Beefaroni closet whilst you're waiting for a nuclear war to begin...