They stayed on the road to utter destruction.
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.
It’s a wonderful, miraculous collection of worthless junk.
He saved her for last. She was delicious.
She was smarter than he would ever be.
She sentenced him to untold horrors: Middle School.
The emperor’s new clothes were not very flattering.
“Why won’t you just leave me alone, son?”
On an alien planet he longed for her.
He died wondering if she really knew him.
Bobo the clown infiltrated the secret spy agency.
She fell madly, deeply in love with Bobo.
Bobo the Clown couldn’t realize his own hype.
His court appointed lawyer was Bobo the Clown.
Bobo the Clown ran for President. Easily won.
Her ray gun trumped his dagger yet again.
He thought he would be enough. He wasn’t.
He couldn’t capture hear heart, however he tried.
She couldn’t love him the way she wanted.
He couldn’t love her the way she wanted.
The dead pig exacted revenge on their veins.