“No, I really did have my ears lowered.”
Author: John Rhea
John is a storyteller with design and development skills. He designs and builds websites at https://johnrhea.com, counts his words carefully at https://8wordstories.com and helps you kill zombies while learning web development right here at the Undead Institute.
He lives near Charlottesville, VA with his wife, Carrielyn, and, like, a lot of kids (eight at last count) plus more pets than is wise to enumerate. If you see him and he’s both awake and properly dressed, you know he’s having a good day.
He thought he was in musicals but wasn’t.
The barnyard police officers were in fact pigs
No one was surprised by the politician’s whining.
The immaturity of politicians astounded the voting populace.
The adults in the situation acted like children.
He intentionally woke the soundly sleeping baby doll.
“Ice cream is a dish best served cold.”
He matured too fast for his own good
The clouds parted as the missiles rained down.
The emperor hated elderly Sir Soggybottom’s “new” clothes.
The child’s tantrum lasted until he was older.
Her wails became louder when no one noticed.
She cried and cried that she got caught.
The dental hygienist never believed in tooth fairies.
The dentist put extracted teeth under his pillow.
“Natural intelligence will never catch up,” AI chortled.
She licensed her voice to the AI overlords.
The wild fire raged, fanned by Frank’s farts.
Even his mom thought he couldn’t do it.