So we went to the Moon and landed and it was made of green cheese. Rocket Man and me played golf – I won, naturally –then we came home and I became President. We made the Moon pay for the entire journey.
Fifty years ago Rocket Man and me, we set off in a rocket to the Moon. Rocket Man's job was to blow lots of hot air and make the rocket go fast. Nobody had ever been there before, not even the Russians. They chose me because I'm the cleverest guy in the world, I have the highest IQ ever.
So we went to the Moon and landed and it was made of green cheese. Rocket Man and me played golf – I won, naturally –then we came home and I became President. We made the Moon pay for the entire journey. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
On Monday we wrote of the lives of Saints and what Holy People could tell us. On Tuesday great writers wrote of legendary heroes and tales of the triumph of good over evil. On Wednesday great writers wrote stories of triumph and tragedy, both fact and fiction. On Thursday politicians and the media perverted what is fact and fiction into manifest lies. On Friday everything was condensed into 100 words. On Saturday we needed a rest. Next day, the entire cycle started again. |
Flash FictionFlash fiction is very, very short fiction indeed - short stories of any sort of length from a Haiku to ten minutes' reading. Good for when you're in a hurry. This series is a selection of contributions to Friday Flash Fiction, where there's a limit of 100 words. I try to make all mine exactly 100 words. Collections
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