Write Me a Short Story About...

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The game for writers both experienced and inexperienced. In this game someone will give a prompt with the format "Write me a short story about _____" and the user below will write a short story relating to the prompt. The only rules for how you write the story is just stick with what the prompt gives you and try to keep it short. You can have the story be a couple paragraphs or just a couple sentences if you want.

(Please keep your prompts and stories within the lines of TBT's rules and regulations.)

Write me a short story about a dog.
 
Huh so that's a story. Since there was no prompt ig I'll rewrite my own version:

One day, there was this little puppy names Charlie. He went outside and noticed something unusual. Then he and the farmer lived happily ever after. :lemon:

Write me a short story about your favourite game
 
Once upon a time Yoshi was on a walk when Baby Mario fell on his back. The stork that was delivering Baby Mario was kidnapped. A map also fell with him, and with that map he started the adventure to get Baby Mario back to the stork with his other Yoshi friends. Oh, and there's the part about that metal as hell Baby Bowser bossfight.

Write a short story about clocks.
 
Once upon a time, there was a clock that fell off the shelf and broke. It was then thrown into the trash. The end!

Write me a story about trans fat!
 
The post-shift exhaustion was merely a pretext for the purchase. When he put those cheese sticks in his shopping cart in spite of the existence of trans fat in the nutritional content, he figured it was because he would be quitting his job soon and was going to binge and drink anything he wanted to as a one time celebration for finally leaving all of this behind himself. Yet they still remain in the back of the freezer, now one month shy of their expiration date and covered in enough freezer burn to require a butter knife and considerable effort to free the ruined cardboard from the wire shelf that divided the meats from the snacks and frozen dinners. He let the package melt in the sink, long enough for the wet cardboard to peel off when he tried to chisel the base of what was once an icicle from atop the cooking instructions. It didn't matter to him at this point, because instructions are suggestions to him now.

I think the next user should write a short story about committing a traffic violation!
 
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