Short stories

The Doctor

ottodix
Come into my office
And have a seat
 
Let me have a look at you
What pretty feet
 
Now put this sheet on you
I won’t peak
 
Don’t mind my hungry stares
I’m not a freak
 
Just a lonely man
Whose profession lets me sneak
 
A touch here and a grab there
Under the guise of a health geek
 
 

The Baker’s Daughter

cupcakegirl

There once lived a girl whose father was a baker.  She had her pick of the most delicious cakes in the world.  She ate and ate and ate.

Then one day, there was word in town about thieves stealing cakes.  So, the girl ate and ate and ate until she floated up in the sky.  She then took her father’s hand and gathered all of his cakes.  Together, they flew away to the neighboring towns and warned the other bakers.

After visiting nine towns, the girl and her father flew home.  Just in time for dinner and dessert.  There, they found waiting for them all of the bakers from the other towns with their best cakes in celebration of their safety and the return of the girl and her father.  The girl ate and ate and ate as she had her pick of the most delicious cakes in the world.

Two of a Kind

ernstondog

Morty and Lucy are two of a kind
Who knew when they met
Their lives would intertwine
 
Morty likes numbers
And Lucy likes words
Together they seek the world’s many wonders
 
Morty and Lucy have lots of laughter
The two of them fly
Living happily ever after
 
 

Naughty or Nice

santa

“Have you been naughty or nice?”

I wake up to see a smile full of sharp, yellow teeth.  He’s standing at the foot of the bed with an axe covered in blood.  With a gasp, I bolt toward the door.  His long nails claw my hair as I run, almost tripping on the hardwood floor.  My heart pounds as I sprint toward the stairway.  If only I can make it downstairs.

“Have you been naughty or nice?”  His voice is close and I can smell his rotting breath behind me.  SLAM.  The axe crashes into the wall within an inch from my right ear.  The stairs seem a mile long.  Instead of taking one step at a time, I can take two or maybe even three.  I have to.  But would I make it?  I take a deep breath and jump over as many as I can.  I need to fly. 

The monster’s talons grab a hold of my left shoulder.  I fall back on a step and tumble down the remaining flight of stairs.  The back of my head hits the bottom of the staircase.  Lying there with my head throbbing, I see large eyes and a wide bear trap smile.

“Have you been naughty or nice?” he purrs as he raises the axe.