23 More Short Stories of 23 Words or Less, Vol. 2

24

No matter how many times we told Donnie to wear a helmet, he wouldn’t listen.

25

Miss November thought they looked silly. Miss November never enjoyed dancing.

26

Alone in another suffering hotel room, reeking of stale cigarette smoke and used condoms. The room smells pretty bad, too.

27

We are bowling pins. Standing around waiting for someone to come along and knock us down.

28

There were days when Lisa trusted Ellen and there were days when she didn’t.

29

And then she said, “It’s not up for discussion, Mario. It’s just not.”

30

He was arrogant and paranoid. If you looked at him the wrong way, he just might draw his pistol.

31

The cobra has only one move—one fatally effective move—which doesn’t work with the mongoose.

32

Balloons are good for smuggling narcotics, studying weather patterns, and not much else.

33

The true outlaw doesn’t run from authority. He uses the law to his advantage.

34

Due to extreme turbulence, your captain has suspended hot beverage service for the duration of the flight.

35

I’ve tried reading the Bible but it is very hard to follow.

36

Neither could decide if they loved each other anymore.

37

She would slam any door she could find. If the door was already closed, she would open it just to slam it again.

38

“Consider your self warned,” said the stranger.

“It’s not my decision,” said the fisherman.

39

She’ll be a heartbreaker when she grows up. That, or a hooker.

40

After a long pause he sighed, “Termites?”

41

The infant mortality rate in Sierra Leone is 80 times greater than Iceland.

42

All six slept in one room; when they went to bed, the doors were locked from the outside.

43

Time flies when you’re having fun, but it moves a lot faster than that when you’re scared out of your mind.

44

There were two things June could always hold against Pauline, but that she’d been married to a man was not one of them.

45

Those who went ashore were courageous men, skinned and spit-roasted to medium well.

46

People who treat their pets like surrogate children make me feel sorry for both of them. And I hate that feeling.

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