post really, really, really short stories.

I want to kiss my boy
And never stop
His love
My love
Our love
Is hot

Our love is pure
Just like the sea
And oh my love
I never want to be free
Of passion
And love
That I’ve never known
My love for him
Just grows and grows

I’ll say it once
I’ll say it twice
My love burns
Like paradise
It’s oh so nice
It’s oh so true

This is what love should do

(I was inspired on 43T actually, here)

In the future, war got really complicated. It
became robots fighting other robots who were
blasting other robots. Men just stood back and
kinda watched the sky light up over the horizon
at night: Boooom!

One day, the AI of This is Our Regolith!
[which was a powerful supernation/state]
was viewing a summary of the day’s carnage
and noticed an enemy drone painted to resemble
a.. circus clown? swoop down and drop a fake
smartbomb on a squad of mechs. The bomb gently
exploded and paper and plastic stars fluttered
around before landing on impossibly shiny armor.

The AI grinned a cybernetic and invisible grin
and immediately ordered a million units of plastic
hand grenades filled with marshmallow peeps and
gummi narwhals to be created by the huge military
nanofacturing centers.

After a while, little kids started showing up at
the war for the goodies and the killing mechs would
throw water balloons at them if it was hot out and
if it was cold the vast parabolic orbital lasers
would bathe them in gentle 2% capacitor output warmth.

At the end of the day the little kids would be
tired and the mechs would pick them up carefully
in their killing arms, with their downpowered
gauss cannons and chainguns that hunched on their
shoulders like disgruntled vultures, and would
carry them gently to their homes and grateful
parents and then roll off into the dark to recharge
somewhere for another day of practical jokes at
the war.

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That room was magical. He didn’t know, at first, but it was.

It all started one sunny afternoon. He was playing guitar in his room. He was feeling down, because he’d just lost one of his best friends, a guy called Stephen. He was writing a song about how he felt. The wind blew in through the window, and then clouds came over. Then it started to rain. Soon it was a thunderstorm. He closed the windows. “I wish it would stop raining” he sighed. A minute later, it had. ‘That’s weird’ he thought, ‘what a short storm!’. He continued his song “And I wish we could still be friends, we had a friendship I thought would never end, but you fucked me over, some friend you are… I’m sorry but you broke my car!”. He laughed, it wasn’t supposed to be a serious form of poetry, a number one hit or anything – he just wanted to say how he felt. He looked at the time, it was 11pm. He decided to go bed, as he would be up early the next day. Just then, before he got into bed his mobile rang. ‘Stephen calling’. “Hello?” he said, probably sounding surprised because he wasn’t expecting the call. “Hey dude!” Stephen said “Look, I’m really sorry. I know I broke your car. I know I said that you deserve better friends, and then we stopped being friends. I want to patch things up mate, I’ll do anything. Come out! Or if you really don’t want to tonight, sometime soon!”. Sam was stunned, speechless. He then said “uuh, you don’t know much I wished this! That’s really weird. Nah I’m off to bed now, but tomorrow – let’s meet up, I’m so glad you want to be friends again”. They talked a bit, had a laugh, then Sam hung up so he could go to bed.

Next morning. He woke up 8am. Took the train, went on a day trip with his brother. They got back to his home city 9pm that evening, and he’d arranged to meet Stephen so they met at the train station, and went for a drink. His brother came too. They patched things up, and were friends. Sam went home again. He played his new song “Thanks, Mate” and then went to get a glass of orange juice. He muttered to himself when back in his room “I only wish he’d bought me a replacement car, or something, but you can’t win them all”, and he went to bed. The next day, the bell rang “Stephen!” Sam said, as he opened the door. “Too early for beer!” he joked, knowing his friend liked drinking. “No, look” Stephen said, leading him outside “A car, a new car, good as new. I thought even though I’d already patched things up, I owed you a new car”. Sam thanked him, but he couldn’t believe it.

Later, he went back up to his room. He sat on the bed, puzzled. He had thought about his mate, they made up after a week of not talking, he then thought he wanted a new car, and he got it. He had an idea something might be going on, but he put it the back of his mind, however.

A few days later, he was in bed with a cold. It had just started that day but he was feeling rough. He’d forgotten all about the ‘coincidences’ earlier, but he said to himself ‘uugh, I wish this freaking cold would go away’. Next day, he reached for the tissues… but he didn’t need them. His cold had gone. His mind jumped back to the other days, and he remembered himself wishing for it. “No way, man!” he said to himself, but then he had an idea. “OK… I wish that the girl I like would like me too”. He laughed, he was pretty sure she’d never even looked at him that way, or thought about him that way… but what the hell? He had nothing to lose, if it worked – great. If it didn’t – nothing “magic” is going on.

That weekend, he went out clubbing with his brother, and Stephen, and another friend called Sally. They’d only been in the club 10 minutes when Laura came up to Sam “Sam!” she said hugging him, “I had the weirdest dream last night – it was about you! I’d not even seen you for ages…”, Sam blinked. Coincidence, surely? Besides, that doesn’t mean she likes him. They talked, anyway. He realized this was the most she had said to him, even though they knew of each other for years now. “I like you, you’re cool” she said. Then… he knew it. HE KNEW IT! “The dream I had” she continued “It made me think of you more, I think it maybe even made me think of you in a different way, but maybe I’d always liked you, at least subconciously – and talking to you now, I like you even more!”. He now knew, this was NO coincidence. His room was magic.

He went home that night, with Laura. He kissed her goodnight and they fell asleep in each others arms. They started dating after that.

With his now ever-clear knowledge about his rooms powers, he kept using them. He even painted a painting, hung it in his room, as a ‘shrine’ perhaps, to his magical room. He didn’t understand how it was working, but he knew it was. He didn’t want to wish all the time, abuse the power. He only did it when he really REALLY wanted something. He actually gave the room a break for about a week or 2.

He had started a ritual now, he would sit by his painting, with a candle lit and some incense. He might as well act magic, himself. “I wish for some more money, it’s my girlfriend’s birthday in a week and I want to get her something special”. Next day, his brother paid him back some money he had lent him a few months ago, which he (and he persumed his brother, too) had totally forgotten about – $30. “Sorry for the late payback, I was just reminded today when I found a note I’d written myself”
“No problem, it came at a good time” and he smiled to himself.

He didn’t wish every day, or anything like it, and he thought very carefully about what he wished for.

A year later he had to move house, the only reason was because he was moving in with Laura, and she wanted to be nearer her family, which he accepted as where he lived was out of the way from most people. He took the painting, but he missed the room. None of the rooms in his new house had the power. When he found out a family had moved into his house, he casually asked if they’d noticed anything different about any of the rooms. They hadn’t. He missed the house and one day hoped to move back in, but he knew he couldn’t wish for it. Now and again, though, just with the painting, something would happen that couldn’t be a coincidence, but it didn’t always work – like that room had.

Idea was borrowed/inspired by Jason.

The bell rang. It was 11am on Saturday morning. Kristie had been up late the night before, very late, clubbing and drinking. A few minutes later she heard her mum calling up “Kristie. Kristie! It’s for you”
‘Ughh’ she said to herself, turning over and putting her head under the covers ‘Whyy?’.
Her mum left it for a few minutes, but then called up again “KRISTIE! It’s a boy!”
Kristie got up, switched her phone on. Surely anyone coming to see her would have contacted her? She got a text from a guy she’d met a few weeks ago. It said “Hey, coming round for a bit, that OK? We’ve only met a few times before, but I’d like to hang out. If you don’t reply I’ll just pop round, ya can always tell me to go away! :P. Liam x”. Part of her was glad, but part of her was annoyed at having to get up. She was hungover. She put some clothes on and went downstairs.
“Finally” her mum said, and Kristie went into the lounge.
“Heeyyyy sleepy head” he said “I’m assuming I woke you?”
“Yes” she said, plonking herself down on the couch
“It’s OK, I’ll leave”
“No. No, that’s fine”
“Alright. Hard night partying last night?”
“Uh” she mumbled
“Shall I take that as a yes?”
“Yeahhh. You know me by now, huh? We went partying together 3 times now. Mum fucking hates me for it!”
Her mum happened to walk in then, but she hadn’t heard that “Anyone want a drink?”
“Tea, 1 sugar” Kristie said, and Liam said
“I’ll have orange juice if you got any”.
When Kristie’s mum had left to get the drinks, Liam and Kristie talked some more.
“So what did you come round for?” Kristie asked
“Just to see you… naked”, and he laughed
“Oh, really?” she said, smirking
“Nah I’m kidding”
Kristie looked shocked
Her mum came back in the room, put the drinks down and left.
“Well… I’m kidding as in, that’s not all I came round for… but, um…” he didn’t finish
“That’s OK babe! Y’know how mad I am for it. Infact, right now, I just want to see your cock”
He couldn’t believe this… sure she was wild when out, but so early (well, earlyish) in the morning, to be rude… and it had only been a few weeks. They actually hadn’t gone further than kissing.
“Shhh!” he finally said, when he could get himself to speak “Your mum might hear”
“Yeah, she knows all that though. She says I’m wild and reckless. Can’t help it. I say what I mean, do what I want. I got passion”
“That’s fine… but also, sometimes you got to be more mellow”
“Alright, more mellow… I’ll just rub your erection through your trousers!” and she stuck her tongue out
“I haven’t got one… although if you keep talking like this I may do soon”
she giggled “That’s the plan! Otherwise I’ll just rub you til you get one!”
“Hmmm… not in this room, seriously, your mum could walk in… the door isn’t even shut”
“Then I’ll shut it!”
“No, look, not right now… maybe you really do need to mellow out a bit.”
“What, why?”
“OK… thing is, I like how you are… mostly. It can just be a bit full-on sometimes. Ugh, I hate saying this. I know you’ve got passion, that’s what I like about you. All I’m saying is try and be a bit more of a good girl. For me. I’m worried your mum will ground you. You’re only 17, she knows you smoke pot, she knows you’ve never had a relationship that lasted more than a few months. I heard her saying all this to you last time I was here. I’m hoping we could last longer than that. Sometimes we could just stay in and watch a movie, or check out a band and it not result in heavy drinking. I don’t want to tell you what to do, by any means, but when she said she might stop you seeing me because she thinks I’m a nice lad and you’re a bad influence… just think about it, yeah?”
“I can’t…” she paused, ”...believe this”
“I’m sorry… I really will go.”
“No. Don’t. You’ve opened my eyes. Mum might do that stuff. I like you. I’ll try and cool it down, sometimes. But you gotta realize there are times when I’ll be like that, too”
“Deal! Sometimes you’re more ‘good’ and sometimes you can be as bad are you want!”
“I like the sound of the last bit” and she smirked.
However, she did change. It wasn’t for her mum, or her guy, or anyone really. It was for herself. She drank less, and she stopped smoking pot altogether (she didn’t like the ‘smoking’ part, as it’s a smelly habit, she didn’t want to break the law either). The next few times she met with her guy, they saw live bands and only had 1 or 2 (if any) drinks. They stayed in several times and watched movies. There were times she went wild and let loose, but everyone was happier to see her acting good sometimes, too.

Walking through the woods, Lisa came across an old tree. It was just an ordinary tree at first glance, but looking closer she saw a sign that said “Tree of wishes” in big bold writing, then below in slightly smaller writing “Climb the tree, make a wish, it will come true. Remember: Be careful what you wish for”.
She thought to herself ‘This is obviously a joke’, I mean, you would… wouldn’t you? However, and this may have been to do with the fact she was 15 and just trying to find herself in the world, she thought ‘Why not do it? What have I got to lose?’. She climbed up, and then wished to herself that a boy at school that she likes liked her back. She climbed down the tree and went home. That night, she wrote in her notepad about it: “I guess I’m just gullible. I hope it’s true though. Night x”, and went to sleep.
Next morning, she went to school as usual. As soon as she got there, Bob (the guy she liked) ran up to her
“Leese, man, you’ll never believe this! I had a dream about you last night, you were so hot and naked… like a woman! I always just used to think of you as a kid, like me I suppose, and I never fancied you… but now I see you in a totally different light. Will you go out with me?”
She was so taken-aback, she couldn’t answer. The bell rang for everyone to go in, so she just walked off. He came up to her again though, “How about you and me at lunchtime, in the bushes, proper good groping? Don’t believe I like ya? How about… when we kiss, I’ll press my hard…”
“I’m sorry” she said, interrupting him “I’m studying at lunchtime”
“Studying? That’s lame… isn’t it, Taylor?”
his mate Taylor was stood behind him
“Err… well, as it happens” Taylor said, looking at Lisa, “I’m studying then too… in the library”
Bob walked off.
That lunchtime, Lisa went to the library. She figured that would be a good place to “study”. She saw Taylor there, so went and sat next to him
“Hey” Taylor said
“Hey”
“What you studying then?”
“Oh… I’m not, really. I just wanted an excuse. I don’t think I like Bob that much anymore… he just acts like a total lad, and not in a good way. It’s like I’m just hot, I’m not a person with feelings”
“Uhh” Taylor said “Yeah, he’s always like that. I bet you never paid close attention to his personality when you liked him, did you?”
Lisa blushed “No, I just thought he was cute”
“Typical”
“What are you studying, anyway?”
Taylor smirked, “I’m not. Excuse. I wanted to meet with you… and tell you that Bob isn’t good b/f material. If anything, I’d make a better b/f”
Lisa looked at him “You know, I do think you’re cute too… I guess I just thought you were the bad boy. I’m so stupid… you always said loudly how much you hated school, and all the teachers were lame, and you just wanted to run off. I don’t know, you never said anything about girls though… but Bob never did when I was near him”
“That’s because he totally blanked you. I was just too shy to approach you. I don’t know what made him like you now. He does like you, I’m sure, but in his own silly carnal way. He wants your body only, I’m sorry but you deserve better”
“I know. There was a time I would have even accepted a bit of fun with him, I mean I don’t need really serious things – I’m 15! But, as soon as he starts liking me, it’s like… why did I wish for that? I want a nice guy, who’ll like me for me… as well as wanting my body” and she laughed
“Listen, I don’t want to be second best. I’m sure Bob will go off you soon, he does with most girls. But really… if you’ve gone off Bob and do like me, I guess it’s not like that and… if you wanted, we could go out?”
“Sure. If you don’t mind, I don’t want you thinking it’s like second best”
“No, it’s fine. I understand, you thought I was a bad boy. You were wrong but hey!”
So, Lisa and Taylor went out. Bob did go off Lisa not long after, Lisa didn’t look at Bob the same way again, but she very much liked Taylor, and Taylor genuinely liked her, without a tree needing to be involved!
The tree was right then – be careful what you wish for.

Her name was Summer. She had long brown hair, blue eyes. She loved reading. In the Summer she would sit under palm trees near the beach and read. She was doing just that, when a stranger walked past. He had long black hair, always wore shades (in summer, at least). He was walking his dog, Fetch, to play frisbee on the beach, when he happened to notice what she was reading. He sat down beside her, and said “Great choice of reading material you got there”,
she smiled “Thanks”
“I’ve read it 2 times, it’s great!”
“It’s a good book, but this is my first time reading it, so don’t tell me what happens!”
“Don’t worry, I won’t”
she was enjoying reading, but decided it’d be a good time for a break, and she put the bookmark in her book and put it down
“Hey, cute dog!” she said
“Thanks, her name is Fetch”
“Aww cute”
“Oh, and my name is Winter, by the way!”
“Wow!” she said
he smirked, “Wow what?”
“Oh, my name is Summer – we’re both named after seasons”
“Hey that is cool!”
“Yeah, what do you think of having a unique name?”
“Well… when I was at younger, at school, it would annoy me – everyone would mention it, whether it was bullying, or just playful. “I bet Winter is your favourite season!”... or “you cold bastard, not surprising given your name!”... or “It’s Winter, Winter!”... anyway, then I got older and wiser (well, I’m 23!) and I like having a unique name, I think it’s beautiful, but Summer is actually my favourite season. What about you?”
“Summer is my favourite season too! I got a lot of remarks, too. Some people would say that the song in Grease was written about me (Summer Lovin’), or things like “You’ll get burned if you go near Summer, she’s hot headed!”... anyway, then I got older and I just think it’s a beautiful name, and it’s unique!”
“Summer is a beautiful name”
“I think Winter is a beautiful name too”
“Anyway, I’m headed to the beach. You wanna come?”
“Sure”
so they walked down onto the beach.
“I’m going to get some Fries from the cafe/bar on the beach, you want anything?”
“I’d like an Ice Cream”
so they got the food and sat down on the sand. After, he played some frisbee with his dog, while she did some more reading. When he came back from playing frisbee she yawned, saying she was feeling a bit sleepy “I’m just gonna have a nap on the sand”
“No, don’t sleep in the sun”
“It’s not the hottest part of the day”
“It doesn’t matter, I’m going to get 2 deck chairs and parasol each”
when he came back, he sat down and looked out to sea, while she had a nap. She woke up after a bit, “How long was I asleep?”
“Only about half an hour”
“Cool. Now I’m rested, let’s play frisbee”.
For the rest of the day, they had fun on the beach. When it got later, they watched the sun set.
So that was the story of the day Summer met Winter.

Jez Bërgsnotz-Upicke decided to
go to the opera. None of his friends
wanted to go with him though.

He selected his favorite jacket which
sported polygons of many colours and
designs based on petroglyphs found in
the Sahara on sun blasted rocks: snakes;
storks; hippo; anthropomorphic figures
with penis gourd sheathes and so forth.

After some deliberation, he chose a pair
of lime-green nylon socks, red Converse
high-tops, a bright vermilion 1000 thread
count cotton dress shirt with French
cuffs, gold scarab beetle cuff links, a pair of
x-ray glasses, cerulean blue parachute
pants, and a dead salmon necktie (eyes xed out).

After admiring himself in the mirror Jez walked
outside to the curb to flag a taxi and caused
three car crashes, one UFO sighting, and one
request from a little kid who wanted to know
where the circus was.

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It was just an ordinary day.
An ordinary garden.
An ordinary garden gnome.
So she thought.

She walked through the garden, when she heard voices coming through the trees. “What? Who’s there?” she said. Then she worried because they could probably hear the fear in her voice. Although – she wasn’t really afraid. It was a bright sunny day. Voices? Probably just coming from a next door garden or something. Anyway, she carried on… but the voices got louder. She looked in the trees and THEN… saw a garden gnome staring back at her. She jumped, startled. But then she thought “Come on, it’s not real!”, just as she’d thought that though… it said “I AM real!”
She screamed
“You said that out loud, so you’re naive AND stupid”
“How dare you” she said, now just angry
“I’m sorry… but who did you THINK was talking?”
“Someone in a different garden?”
The gnome laughed. “Anyway, young lady… I have to warn ya. I’m a very selfish, quite immature, and strange little gnome”
“Right. OK. So you’ve got flaws – who hasn’t?”
“Me name’s Joe. Joe Gnome. You can call me Mr Perfect” and the gnome laughed again
“I see…”
“I’m kidding. Anyway, that was all a joke. I do have flaws… but I’m hear to warn ya about somethin else. Somethin big and strange is a’comin!”
“Not you then? You’re tiny and strange”
The gnome didn’t laugh
“Think ya funny? I’ll get ya. I’m off to have a drink now… but don’t say I didn’t warn ya!” and he scuttled off into the trees.
Nothing at all happened after that. Well, not nothing… but nothing to do with what he’d said.
Gnomes know nothing!

And so there was Giles
deflated on the doorstep
like an empty balloon.

I was pissed – I went in
and got the spear I bought
from an Irian hillman for
5000rp when I was traveling
through Indonesia. Good for
pig hunting, he assured me.

I walked outside and looked
around and there was the vampire
sitting on a branch which
grew out over the road and
was brushing her long red hair.

“Hey!” I yelled. “Did you fuck
with my cat?” The vampire smiled
and her canines flashed. “I’ll
eat you too,” she hissed.

“Eat this,” I muttered and threw
the spear at her which flew
beautifully and didn’t mind that
she wasn’t a wild pig. The vampire
hit the road and stood up chuckling
at me and started to pull the spear
out of her chest, stopped, cocked her
head and got flattened by a steamroller
that was out of control and headed
towards freedom – if freedom was in
the general direction that it was
currently headed.

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I saw the wind
draw your hair
(in motion) on the
water.

And – just like
good prestidigitation
you were gone from
the shimmering.

I think the wind has
stolen your shape and
carried it across the
sea.

_{For LL}

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