532: Fresh Ideas

Every Tuesday the idea store gets a fresh shipment of ideas, and Carlos puts a sign in the front window. “Fresh Ideas, $2 A Dozen!” Reads the sign. All day, customers flood the store, putting fresh ideas into their carts, and buying them up by the dozen. It’s kind of exciting to see people grapple…

531: For The Want Of Cheese

Winston Q. McDonald wanted cheese. Cheese is not an abnormal thing to want, but in Winston’s case it was hard to get. He had been born on the plantet Xutportralex in the year 22b671, so obviously dairy products were entirely out of the question due to great cow blight in 21a639. “One way or another…

530: I Have A Hammer

“I’ve got something stuck in my teeth.” “So?” “Do you have a toothpick or something?” “Maybe.” “Well, could I have a toothpick?” “Would you give it back afterwards?” “You would want me to return a used toothpick?” “Yeah.” “Well, um, sure, yeah. I could give it back.” “Well I don’t have one.” “Excuse me?” “A…

529: Shooting Things

Renee aimed her gun at the hill, and gently squeezed the trigger. She had been preparing for this day for years. She remembered being in grade school, and being asked what she wanted to be when she grew up. “I want to shoot things.” She said. Well, now she was shooting things. Flames engulfed the…

527: Dream Big

I have always believed in dreaming big. So I took a ballon, and I started blowing into it. I blew, and I blew, and kept blowing. The balloon kept growing. It grew until it was the size of a paper sack, it grew until it was the size of a suitcase, it grew until it…

525: Will There Be Peanut Butter?

Sadie licked the peanut butter off of her fingers and gave satisfied grin. “How about Tuesday?” Asked Annie. “Sure.” Said Sadie. “Will there be peanut butter?” “Lot’s of peanut butter.” Said Annie. Saturday arrived, then Sunday, Monday and finally Tuesday. Sadie arrived at 6:03 PM. “Where is the peanut butter?” She asked. “Can you hold…