“Nine word stories are so much better they—”
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
The hardboiled detective realized he was sunny-side up.
“Don’t tell Line. His views are one sided.”
She returned from the engagement without a ring.
Together they destroyed the foundation of their partnership.
“So it’s not Opposite Day?”
“Or is it?”
He looked at the clock. Time-travel wasn’t working.
Snow White named the incompetent, eighth dwarf, Lousy.
“Welcome to Scurvy, Madam, the no fruit restaurant.”
The tiger could not change to zebra stripes.
Pete punched Repeat until he stopped copying him.
He twirled his mustache and saved the girl.
“A Warsaw jig isn’t the job he’s offering.”
“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”
“Almost certainly, no.”
He took her trembling hand, “You like cheese?”
She leapt headlong for the ledge and missed.
His scales fell away when she touched him.
The sirens called Captain Fantastic to his death.
He fell head over heals for her car.
Colonel Monkeyface didn’t garner respect except from Simian.