Friday, July 04, 2008

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.

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7 Comments:

At July 04, 2008 11:06 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

... .bhwhahahaahhah..... now that is pretty damn clever....

Eric

 
At July 04, 2008 11:09 AM, Blogger K-nine said...

It just came to me in a flash. Sometimes I don't think I write 'em as much as channel 'em.

 
At July 04, 2008 2:57 PM, Anonymous Doc said...

Now that's funny, I don't care who you are.

Glad to see you back from the dead and writing agin!

Doc

 
At July 04, 2008 4:13 PM, Blogger K-nine said...

Thanks Doc... Your turn.

 
At July 05, 2008 5:53 PM, Blogger Elisson said...

Holy Crap...Laurence Simon needs to see this.

 
At July 07, 2008 10:42 PM, Blogger Jean said...

dayummmm. Good stuff!

(Eric sent me.)

 
At July 08, 2008 3:09 PM, Blogger JihadGene said...

Dear K-nine,

That heathen,Eric, directed me here from my world (Planet of the Poop).

 

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