“You don’t understand,” he pleaded. “These feelings I have for you are the most intense I have ever felt. My heart pounds, my breath shortens, my palms sweat, my mouth dries, my scalp and face get hot.” He looked at her eyes searching for her compassion and understanding. Surely she felt the same. She fidgeted, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Then she turned her eyes to look directly into his.
She exhaled and said, ” I have an ointment for that.”
“So, a very very very short story?” Michael asked. “I am not sure how to even write one of those.”
“It’s super simple,” Rick said placing his tiny notebook facedown on the table. “You just write a story, without characters, details, plot, conflict, dialogue, or action.” He then grabbed his iced Starbucks drink, and took a healthy swig from the straw.
“I think I could do that.” Michael replied.
It came out of the woods just as the pick ax finally hit something solid in the ground; somewhere a woman screamed and soon after he began to slowly remove his mask; a cat hissed and the earth began to shake; in the distance, police sirens wailed and he wondered if he really was her father; the mysterious ship hovered above and only 8 seconds were left on the timer.
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“Who killed King Leolinus Expergatius Von Heckensprectch II of Spondomia?” she asked.
He lowered his head, perhaps smiling, perhaps grimacing, and said, “Nanobots.”
He knew it was up to him. Evil surrounded the town and lives were at
stake. The villagers, even after years of mocking him, counted on him
now at this most crucial time. “It’s now or never,” he muttered to
himself, stood up, and walked to the front door, but that’s when he
saw it: he picked up the scrap of paper and ran out of the house.
Minutes later: “And a 3 piece, original recipe, and can I substitute
the coleslaw for an extra mashed potatoes? Oh, and I have a coupon.”
As the slaughter in the village began, he knew he would regret his
choice – KFC always made him feel kinda sluggish and gross.
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INT. DUNGEON – DAY
To our hero, the room seemed inescapable. And it was.
“Can you even dye my eyes to match my gown?”
“Yes, but it’s an incredibly invasive procedure, and you’ll be blinded forever.”
“But I’ll look good, right?”
—Richard F. Yates