Monday, March 20, 2006

Sawed-Off Stupidity

It’s an old joke that the shortest science fiction/horror story in the world goes like this:

“The last man alive in the entire world sat all alone in his house. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.”

I thought I would play around with similar ideas, as it’s quite an entertaining premise. Readers are encouraged to do the same. Best submission wins prizes!

“In sole possession of all the money in the world, yet on the brink of starvation, Terry Thermidor recognised his quandary: hold on to the dough and thus retain his unique standing, or order out for a pizza?”

“Sober all his life, Terry Thermidor swallowed the last of the flagon of scotch, as he had done every day prior to this one.”

“Born without arms or a lower jaw, Terry Thermidor reached up and scratched his chin.”

“Possessing all knowable knowledge, with both an encyclopaedic and photographic memory, and able to calculate pi to its final decimal, Terry Thermidor wondered where this would get him.”

“At the top of the tallest structure in the universe, Terry Thermidor looked down. ‘Hmm,’ he said, and stepped up onto a box that was there.”

“A staunch Scientologist, Terry Thermidor was not afraid to laugh at himself.”


Anonymous submits:
"The last fertile man on Earth, Terry Thermidor could not remember where he left his little blue pills."

Ella submits:
"
Every time she babysat her nineteen noisy grandkids, she felt better about her decision to never have children."

Darby M. Dixon III submits:
"Terry Thermidor couldn't stop checking his Technorati score the day he invented blogging."

7 Comments:

At 8:15 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

The last fertile man on Earth, Terry Thermidor could not remember where he left his little blue pills.

 
At 11:22 AM, Blogger Ben.H said...

THE END!

 
At 11:22 AM, Blogger Ben.H said...

... or WAS IT????

 
At 12:03 PM, Blogger JPW said...

That doesn't work! You have to at least have the pretense of a story being told. An ending isn't a story!

 
At 6:24 AM, Blogger Ella said...

Every time she babysat her nineteen noisy grandkids, she felt better about her decision to never have children.

 
At 1:57 PM, Blogger Darby M. Dixon III said...

Terry Thermidor couldn't stop checking his Technorati score the day he invented blogging.

 
At 5:01 PM, Blogger TimT said...

Ella, that's certainly having the best of both worlds!

 

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