Tiny Tales Collection • 2
A handful of 50 and 100-word stories
Horror in the Nigerian Rainforest
“Run!” Beth yelled.
We were on a relief mission, bringing malaria medicine to the rainforest of Nigeria. It was hot, tiring work. But it was rewarding, knowing we were saving lives.
I looked back and couldn’t believe my eyes. It was like something out of a Saturday morning monster movie. A giant lizard was crashing through the jungle, heading our way. It opened its mouth and flashed rows of jagged teeth. How could this be real?
I ran.
The last thing I remember was the awful buzzing sound it made over and over. Then I rolled over and turned off the alarm clock.
Don’t Fear The Reaper
Unless your name is Fluffy
“Come on, Mick, we gotta move fast. Fluffy will be home from the vet soon.”
“I’m trying, Keith. There must be fifty jars of spices up here. Got it. Carolina Reaper. The world’s hottest chili pepper, rated at 1,569,000 Scoville Heat Units.”
“Excellent. Dump the whole jar on his food.”
Sometimes mice are rats.
Those Three Words
“Don’t touch anything!”
Blake hated those three words. His parents said them constantly. Even total strangers made his life miserable, barking those three awful words.
“I know!” Blake replied.
It was his own fault for forgetting his gloves. But they made his hands so sweaty.
As he walked by the hay bales in the barn, Blake cursed the day space radiation hit Earth, changing everyone’s DNA. Some people became human-animal hybrids. The lucky ones. Or a mix of human and plant. A few became half-human, half-rock.
But Blake couldn’t imagine anything worse than what he had become. A human-lava boy.
Sympathy? Not!
Two angels chatting about the Devil.
“Things are going that badly?”
“Apparently, almost no one believes in him anymore.”
“Don’t forget about that violin incident down in Georgia.”
“Yeah, that was weird.”
“I’ll be glad when this age is over, and we don’t have to put up with him anymore.”
What A Circus
This job is hard. Sometimes I get tired of being inside. I like to go out and feel the wind and spray on my face.
That’s usually when the trainers yell at me and tell me to put the water buckets away and bring the elephants in for the show.
Thanks for reading and responding. You make it fun.
Mark
"Come on, Mick, we gotta move fast..." "I'm trying, Keith."
The Rolling Stones gather no moss.
Sometimes mice are rats. 😁