Stories in a few sentences...

The gun barked. Then barked again. Blood splattered like catsup at a hot dog festival.
A man coughed. Then coughed again. Blood splattered like catsup at a hot dog festival.
Just like at a hot dog festival, the catsup was left to be cleaned up by someone else.

She smiled. It was a secret smile, and what made her smile was known only to herself.
He smiled, mistakenly believing, like men who sail the seven seas, that women are always nice.

The boy sat quietly at the end of the dock, next to a little girl and a dog.
Little did the three of them realize, then, that fifteen years later, a bride, a groom and a dog,
would sit on that same dock, in the same order. Nothing had changed, but them.

He kissed her in the worst way, and she would know, for she had kissed many other boys.
She put up with it though, because he loved her in the best way, for who she actually was.

Chocolate stars, malted milk balls, and peanut M&M’s went down in giant popcorn like handfuls.
she was lonely, horny, and frustrated. The chocolate helped. The pounds…did not.

He had a bruise that looked like a watermelon had tried to dress up like a drag queen, and his nose, or what was left of it, had found a new location on his face. One eye was displaced so much, it gave him a gecko like appearance on one side, yet…he smiled through his two remaining teeth. As blood and bubbles oozed by his lips, which were swollen more than a Souther Politicians Self Image- he said: “Oh, yeah. I know. But…you should see the other guy!”

The man and the Alien had one thing in common: neither had ever seen the other one before. They both stood there long enough to discover something else: neither knew what to say, or how to say it. Finally, one of them said: “You hungry?” And ate him.

The blouse hung together, barely, held in place by a single button that was trying desperately to contain her heaving bosom. Like two small melons wrapped in soft butter, her breasts were full, soft, and firm, all at the same time. The strong hands caressing her, making her breath come in strong deep drafts, wrestled with the stubbornly resisting button. Still the button held. Later her- and that button, would have a long talk about …duty.

The flower was the first to bloom. For a full day, it was the center of attention of everyone who passed by. The second day, the flower had company, as all her sisters bloomed to. She was happy to have family, but missed being the center of attention. Luckily, a girl chose her for her hair, and once again, she was the center of attention. Or at least, near the center. LOL