I'm Not Too Sure What to Call This


Some time last year after the school exams were over and everyone was kind of bored, I came up with these two very short stories, each using only words that started with the letters 'S', 'A' and 'T' respectively. So here they are; the copyright of both belong to me, so no plagiarising please. ;P


"She sells seashells," Sandy said sexily, sipping Sarsi. She smiled sleepily, simultaneously seducing Sam.

Sand swished, sifted, sliding south seawards.

Sam sipped some Sarsi. "Sweet."

"Simply."

Seagulls scattered skywards. "Swim?" Sandy suggested suddenly.

She swam splendidly. She swallowed saline seawater. Sandy shivered.

"Spongebob Squarepants sucks," Sam said, swimming superbly.

Sandy swallowed seaweed. "Salty," she spat.

Sam smelt something. "S***."

Sandy sniffed. Something sodding stank.

Stench source - some solid substance, sinking slowly.

Sam stared. Sandy stared.

Sam skedaddled. "Sayonara," Sam said.


All alone, Arthur ambled aimlessly around an air-conditioned arcade. An ant appeared. Arthur annihilated ant. Another ant appeared. Arthur ate ant. Another ant appeared. And another. And another. Arthur ate all.

"Amazing!" Andrew announced, awestruck. "Arthur ate an ant army!"

"Ants are absolutely appetising," Arthur added arrogantly. Another ant army appeared. And another. And another... Arthur ate, and ate, and ate.

"Antacid," Arthur asked agitatedly.


The trio travelled through the trees, trekking through treacherous track.

Tree, Tim thought. Tree, tree, tree, tree...

"THAT TREE TALKED!"

Tim trembled. Ted thwacked Tim. "Trees? Talk?"

The tree trampled them.


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