They tied the knot that Hercules cut apart.
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 took her hand in marriage appendage swapping.
She stole his heart out of his chest.
“Aliens like to use Uranus as a latrine.”
She danced through all her exams and flunked.
“Accidents” gave him a reason to skip class.
He could never be himself for very long.
The swallowed man disagreed with the dragon vehemently.
The dragon ate anyone who disagreed with him.
Dracula sucked at life (not just people’s necks).
Larry Leprechaun preferred to invest in silver pots.
He never brought enough towels to baby showers.
“According to humanity’s literature, ‘ancient gods’ are troublesome.”
She could not love him more or less.
For years he thought she loved him most.
The aliens resembled Carl’s cat from high school.
Darkness descended upon her last glimmer of hope.
He got a hair cut in his nose.
“I wanna be Yoda when I grow up.”
“That sock on his hand’s his only friend.”