Honestly, A 100 Word Story
Commander George Taylor stared aghast at the scene below. Since they had crashed on this God forsaken planet, Dodge had been killed in the hunt and Landon was nowhere to be found.
Taylor tried to fathom what he was seeing. There were hundreds of them… maybe thousands.
The wrinkled simian faces fringed with black fur, the deep set dark eyes, and the long lanky bodies. They were everywhere, splitting logs for fences, giving speeches, and every one of them in a black suit with a stove pipe hat.
Horrified, Taylor knew. They had landed on the Planet of the Abes.
Taylor tried to fathom what he was seeing. There were hundreds of them… maybe thousands.
The wrinkled simian faces fringed with black fur, the deep set dark eyes, and the long lanky bodies. They were everywhere, splitting logs for fences, giving speeches, and every one of them in a black suit with a stove pipe hat.
Horrified, Taylor knew. They had landed on the Planet of the Abes.
Labels: 100 word stories 21-40
posted by K-nine @ 09:40
7 Voices Raised
7 Comments:
... .bhwhahahaahhah..... now that is pretty damn clever....
Eric
It just came to me in a flash. Sometimes I don't think I write 'em as much as channel 'em.
Now that's funny, I don't care who you are.
Glad to see you back from the dead and writing agin!
Doc
Thanks Doc... Your turn.
Holy Crap...Laurence Simon needs to see this.
dayummmm. Good stuff!
(Eric sent me.)
Dear K-nine,
That heathen,Eric, directed me here from my world (Planet of the Poop).
Post a Comment
<< Home