Story Time!
I don't plan on holding much back here. It may get rocky, so buckle up! This is where I will post my fictional short stories. While these are for sure fiction, they may be based loosely on real events throughout my life. If there is any reference to a real person, I will change their name using a random name generator to protect their identity. In addition, I will not differentiate the real characters from the fictional ones.
This is all in fun! Some of these stories may be a bit depressing because I like to incorporate real world events and issues, if I can. If that is the case, I will label that specific story as such. No fear, as most of these stories will be a fun time!
Once upon a time...
This is all in fun! Some of these stories may be a bit depressing because I like to incorporate real world events and issues, if I can. If that is the case, I will label that specific story as such. No fear, as most of these stories will be a fun time!
Once upon a time...
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Jane jumps when her husband yelled at her to stop. Still groggy from the previous nights' restless sleep, Jane replies, "Why?! What's happening?"
Vic grabbed the knife from her hand, flinging butter across the counter. "That's the face of Jesus Christ!"
"Victor. Don't you remember that the government had all of our toasters replaced? There's no such thing as a normal slice of toast anymore," Jane groaned, snatching the butter knife back, accidentally cutting a hole in the air. "Great. I hope you're going to fix that. Jerk."
Victor looked at the new hole he needed to adjust. Fixing air is such a pain... "Sweetie, I know, but our toaster is supposed to create Steve Irwin, not Jesus... Someone tampered with it! I'm not about to get a fine for making Jesus toast. There is only to be Steve toast under my roof!" He took the toast and placed it safely in the slot created by the torn air for safe keeping while dialing 199.
"Do we really need to call the police about this? It's not our fault. Just let me have my breakfast..." Jane started wiping up the butter on the counter and reached for her toast, but Victor closed the air too quickly.
"Have fun in jail." Victor said before the police answered the phone.
Victor waved as the police left his home. "Thank you officer!" He turned to Jane with a smug look.
"Shut up, asshole." Jane groaned. She had no idea that switching toasters was actually a federal offense now. "I hope you can find a way to get me my toast!"
Jane jumps when her husband yelled at her to stop. Still groggy from the previous nights' restless sleep, Jane replies, "Why?! What's happening?"
Vic grabbed the knife from her hand, flinging butter across the counter. "That's the face of Jesus Christ!"
"Victor. Don't you remember that the government had all of our toasters replaced? There's no such thing as a normal slice of toast anymore," Jane groaned, snatching the butter knife back, accidentally cutting a hole in the air. "Great. I hope you're going to fix that. Jerk."
Victor looked at the new hole he needed to adjust. Fixing air is such a pain... "Sweetie, I know, but our toaster is supposed to create Steve Irwin, not Jesus... Someone tampered with it! I'm not about to get a fine for making Jesus toast. There is only to be Steve toast under my roof!" He took the toast and placed it safely in the slot created by the torn air for safe keeping while dialing 199.
"Do we really need to call the police about this? It's not our fault. Just let me have my breakfast..." Jane started wiping up the butter on the counter and reached for her toast, but Victor closed the air too quickly.
"Have fun in jail." Victor said before the police answered the phone.
Victor waved as the police left his home. "Thank you officer!" He turned to Jane with a smug look.
"Shut up, asshole." Jane groaned. She had no idea that switching toasters was actually a federal offense now. "I hope you can find a way to get me my toast!"
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