SMS:Sweetly Melancholic Stories Series

The idea behind this series is to create stories that are so short they can fit onto 3 SMS messages or less. I'll keep making the rest of the rules up as I go along. Feel free to add your own tales.

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mbhcsf

reminded me of Freud and Jane Austen..depa 2 ekoq ni suka guna  this word

marquez

A TRAGIC LOVE STORY VIA SMS:

She is here. He is there.

[ Last edited by marquez on 26-3-2004 at 03:44 PM ]

Originally posted by marquez at 2004-3-26 03:41 PM:
A TRAGIC LOVE STORY VIA SMS:

She is here. He is there.

[ Last edited by marquez on 26-3-2004 at 03:44 PM ]

She is a dream.He is an illusion.

OnEdge

She ain't what she say she is. He's brutally honest that he's clouded with his honesty?

marquez

She isn't a she.

OnEdge

And he is wants to be a He-Man! but got tackled down by She-Ra.

Originally posted by OnEdge at 2004-3-26 04:12 PM:
She ain't what she say she is. He's brutally honest that he's clouded with his honesty?

she is a social butterfly  and he is socially inadept so they are a match made in haven....hehehe

Originally posted by marquez at 2004-3-26 04:46 PM:
She isn't a she.

she isnt a he ..she is a it .She is ur car.

Originally posted by OnEdge at 2004-3-26 05:01 PM:
And he is wants to be a He-Man! but got tackled down by She-Ra.

they are minimalist..at least their attire is....:lol

The duck waddled down the street making her way home from the market and when she passed by a bunch of wolves hanging out in front of the chicken coop just chillin' with the homies amidst all the whistling one wolf cried out "Nice ass!" but the duck did not stop or turn around she just waddled on to the junction but when the light turned green and she was crossing the street she smiled that quiet smile you give yourself after counting the stars and ascertained none of them had gone missing or gotten lost during the day so you turn in to bed smiling the same smile that the duck is now giving herself because, really, when you are a duck you have to take what you can get. THE END

[ Last edited by racerX on 26-3-2004 at 07:17 PM ]

fleurzsa

salam,

It's Friday night again. The office is quiet, the doors locked. The only noise comes from the vents and my radio. Down on the plaza, skaters circle the well-lit rink. I wish I were there.

Instead, I'm here trying to make a dent in the hopeless stack of work on my desk. Sometimes this job seems like a possessive lover, demanding all of my energy and attention.

I sigh and turn back to my keyboard, open the spreadsheet and begin making the changes. The work is demanding. I'm tired, and I can tell I won't be able to concentrate on it for much longer. But being here is easier than going home.

marquez

Opps... habis kredit... kalau ada sesapa nak bagi kredit kat Fluerza silakanlah... kalau tidak esok saya bagi... mesej ini akan didelete pada hari ahad.

fleurzsa

On my arm this morning I discovered two fine looking specimens. One, slightly larger than the other, with the colourful markings of a male, climbed on top of the other, then beneath, then the two entangled to perform a brief buzzing rolling dance until the larger one rose up and flew away.

For several minutes I watched the dazed female crawl around, jabbing her stinger, probing until she discovered a tender fleshy spot near my elbow. Within seconds she had burrowed down and in. By now I am almost numb to the sensation.

ps.  Its okay.... kasi atau tak saya tak perasan (sedar) pun...he he he he..

[ Last edited by fleurzsa on 28-3-2004 at 10:59 PM ]

mbhcsf

continue please...seronok bacer you punya..post nih...go on..go on..go on..

fleurzsa

Originally posted by mbhcsf at 28-3-2004 04:18 PM:
continue please...seronok bacer you punya..post nih...go on..go on..go on..

Sebenarnya saya minat pada short stories ni....

"I know that I always leave the office to look for the most dangerous prisoners but this time let someone else do it. I've got work to do. Where is he now?"

"He's in this office right now talking to you."

He jumped out of his chair and saw the man pointing a shotgun at his head...and pulled the trigger.

mbhcsf

then what happened next ? did he call 911?

fleurzsa

Originally posted by mbhcsf at 29-3-2004 02:07 AM:
then what happened next ? did he call 911?

He was the villain...the man was the hero...
So...the end

fleurzsa

I sat in the dark, crowded box wondering how the hell I got into another mess. I had only been in this sh** hole of a town for a week, so how did I find trouble so fast?

The girl beside hadn't stopped crying since the door shut and this cage began to move.

She whimpered and sobbed and all I wanted to do was smack her and tell her to shut the hell up so I could think.