50 Word Fiction Friday Vol. 37
Oh boy, I am so late. But it's still Friday, so it counts. I only made it two hours at work yesterday before coming home. And I was home again today. This happened to me last year two, a week later in the month, right before xmas. I was sick as a dog. I ventured out to the grocery store today, but that's about it. So, is it any wonder that today's 50 word fiction theme is germs?
WBC Warriors Come Out and Play
She snuck up behind her prey, weapon firmly in hand. Hellbent on the havoc he was wreaking, he did not notice her.
"Yoohoo!" she called, and when he turned around, she ran her sword through his midsection.
"Damn you White Blood Cell Bitch!" the germ cried, as he died. Violently.
Comments
Comments closed on older entries, whenever I get around to it, to avoid spam.most people frown when i saw the disney movie pinocchio is a slightly veiled comment on jews in hollywood. it must be noted that these people also think lord of the rings and harry potter are real.
Posted by: six sixty six | 16 décembre 2005 16h58
By Presidential Order 098237904875284752384758293 and liberal use of the Patriot Act, Bush has seized the nation's supply of Clorox wipes and has sent CIA operatives to clean up America. Asked how he planned on killing all germs, President Bush declared "How hard could it be? We have our Osama Plan."
Posted by: DrinkJack
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16 décembre 2005 17h28
643 am
Beer and JJ Cale on the hi-fi, what is all this talk of jeries, the germans have always made for a good enemy, they are worth killing. All this hoopla about the Islam... gee whizzzz. it seems a waste of time from my POV, OH wait, this was about Germs, not germans, ok... yeah... germs are a hoax dreamed up by soap companys to sell their product, ask brad pitt.
Posted by: Drunk Jerk | 17 décembre 2005 6h46
I’m sitting now, half drunk and stoned at my computer. 8 14 am. I have had for the last two hours two songs playing in a loop. Both are Bad Religion, Modern Man and Quality or Quantity. Great songs. Makes me Fucking Proud to be an Animal. We Are Fucked! We may be the very last generation that can do anything about the grim slide we are in. I change my song list, and suddenly I don’t care….
Posted by: time wont except your money | 17 décembre 2005 8h27
I’m sitting now, half drunk and stoned at my computer. 8 14 am. I have had for the last two hours two songs playing in a loop. Both are Bad Religion, Modern Man and Quality or Quantity. Great songs. Makes me Fucking Proud to be an Animal. We Are Fucked! We may be the very last generation that can do anything about the grim slide we are in. I change my song list, and suddenly I don’t care….
Posted by: time wont accept your money | 17 décembre 2005 8h29
"Killer Germs Now Transmitable Through The Internet!" Said the Sunday morning headline of Christine's paper.
She could barely keep her head up to read the words. Each time she blinked her fevery eyelids burned her retinas.
"AAACHOOO!"
Too fucking late, she thought bitterly. Damn you Jodi! Damn you straight to Hell!
;-)
Posted by: christine | 17 décembre 2005 18h27
Last night, he spoke onstage of things that were private, perhaps TOO private for a comedy routine. Now, the audience glared at him as he took the stage. No applause, no encouragement, but they were looking. He cleared his throat and started his usual act, "Good evening, Ladies and Germs!"
Posted by: Thomas | 19 décembre 2005 14h02