Uninspiring Short Stories - Blank Sirens

As that incessant whining of the siren fills the cabs inner hustle of purpose, blank can't help but feel pained by the hatred for his job.
"I just cannot sympathize a great purpose to the rush of saving the lives of those who (most likely) have put themselves in the line of their own ultimate predicaments"
Blank only ever expressed his true feelings towards the job to those he knew weren't going the make it.
Only this time,
Blank was outlived by the man dying beneath fast sirens.
For that was blanks last standing hour in a cureless life gone sour.

Tom Waits voice

Like an orgasm of sharp gravel over a predetermined itch.
Like smooth chocolate
Hard whiskey truth.
Blue smoke from the shadows of an unnoticed corner.
Jagged nails over softened skin.
Hitting cold polished concrete and then
slowly
Sliding
Down
and sinking
into
A wet serenity

Anthony Hopkins Voice

Like cool water over hot skin.
Like the full body exhaled calm of bladder relief.
Bedtime stories
And sinking into the softest pillow of a dreamers embrace.

Knowledge?

Sometimes I get so excited about knowledge that I become overwhelmed with the excitement of learning and loose concentration on what I am learning and therefore miss out on learning because I was too busy being excited about the potential for knowledge.

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Moon Over Dog Street

Uninspiring Short Stories - the Culinary Bovine Poultry Swine Fest

And so the 'Culinary Bovine Poultry Swine Fest' - the CBPSF - was happening again, as it does on the 17th weekend of the year, every year,
and miss Larna Codface was exceedingly nauseated at the mear sight of the sign.
"How can you people consume a formerly live creature like that?!" she squealed to a nearby crowd of enthusiasts, 'those animals had liiiives like you and I!'
But the crowd seemed too busy chowing down on their beef taco's and ham sandwiches to bother with rebuttal, so much so that they all appeared to be scuffling around on top of one another to get to the meat stands for more. Like pigs around a trough.
And so Larna abruptly turned her Codface and went home, the long way, with the resentful smell of torn flesh clinging to her autumn dress.
On approach to the door to her home, a carrot welcomed her as broccoli lounged on the couch and a mushroom exited the bathroom saying, "Everyone. I suggest avoiding the loo for at LEAST the next half hour." Some bugs began screaming under broccoli's sprouts and the bacteria on carrots skin ran circles in the excitement. Larna never ate again.

Uninspiring Short Stories - Sister Won't You

'Sister, will you join me for a stroll through the park?
'Brother that would be too dangerous, what if branches were to fall?'
'Sister then, won't you join me for an outing to the beach?'
'The beach? Brother, are you mad?! Our imminently melanoma ridden bodies will be shark snacks by noon!
'Come then sister, let us have a quiet drink at the bar?'
She's shaking her head almost drearily. 'I do not drink brother. Alcohol is bad for ones health.'
So Jack leaves, get depressingly drunk, dives into the sea and has his right arm devoured by a shark. He's bleeding like crazy, the alcohol has thinned his blood. The ambo's roar down Carrington Street, sirens shieking. Jack is in the back as an oak branch ahead cracks, falls, crushes the front end of the ambulance.
…3 days later and freshly discharged, Jack visits his sister again at her home.
The door is unbarred, tv moaning low. She is dead in her arm chair. A police officer hits the box switch mid infomercial and the coroner jots down death by boredom.


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