The aliens decloaked ships while the humans gossiped.
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.
The liger was as confused as the mule.
She loved him more than her upper hand.
Hidden in that valley was not Ranch dressing.
The villain returned every wedgie upon their heads.
The hero’s speech made everyone feel incredibly awkward.
The villain finally realized other people are terrible.
Seven generations of evil ended with simple kindness.
She verbally shoved him into the fetal position.
Ding, dang, dung and dong fought over vowels.
“We can’t even measure that kind of crazy”
“You see the giant rabbit too, don’t you?”
Gerald the plant deeply loved Samantha the human.
He loved from the depth of his loins.
She found that appetite of his rather disappointing.
He could’t find the way to her heart.
Their torrid love affair petered out shortly thereafter.
Their torrid love affair lasted less than seconds.
Their torrid love affair existed only for him.
Their torrid love affair began with canned cheese.