Stories tagged “milk”

  • Fight!

    “Oh snap!” someone in the crowd around us yells. The milk drips off of Maria’s chin, forming a puddle on the ground beneath her. I shake the rest out of the bottle, spraying her shirt. She stares at me angrily, building up her anger. ...

  • Ode to Spilt Milk (Eulogy)

    Oh. Oh. Oh. My Mil-il-ilk. Bright white like shining star. An elbow on the table and now you’re so far. Ohhhhhhh milk, we will miss you. We let the floor wet kiss you. So sad, my baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. Oh. Oh. Oh. My Mil-il-ilk. Your fall make the La...

    • Author: DirtMap
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Deep Space Disaster

    “There’s a problem.” “I know, I checked the stabilizer pods yesterday and they were running a little hot. I’ll look into it.” “No, I mean a real problem.” “Don’t tell me we’re leaking so...

  • Milk Murderer

    When I reached the kitchen, it was too late. Our little culprit was grieving and the victim’s pale innards were spilling out onto the kitchen floor. I know she didn’t mean to do it. And really it is my fault. I should have watched her, guid...

    • Author: Kaleidoscope
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Thieves (ficly challenge)

    Once upon a thyme leaf, in a pizza place 3 blocks from a house that isn’t mine, a man named Luigi made a pizza. Aliens lost control of their flux capacitor because they were out of bologna. They crash-landed in a field of pineapples. Gathering th...

  • Thieves (2)

    I wasn’t awake, otherwise I would have used my milk-dud powered little sister to scare them away, hence allowing me to keep the precious bunny slippers. As it is, they managed to steal them. I’ve sent them threatening messages to bring them...

  • When Dairy Strikes

    “Afraid not, Detective.” I looked over my shoulder at the man standing behind me, a pensive look on his face as he stared down at the mutilated corpse. “What’s the diagnosis, Doc?” I asked. He shook his head. “Afraid...

  • In Between Minds: A Step in a New Direction

    “I’m not hungry.” I said automatically. My stomach disagreed with a loud grumbling sound. The girl in the doorway smiled. “That’s okay. You don’t have to eat but you should drink this- it’ll make you feel bette...