Thirty 30-word stories for April 2017
On April first, I joked with my dog that he couldn't have a single bite. The little smart ass bit me. I didn't know that dogs recognized April Fools’ Day.
With April Fools’ Day over, I feel I can trust social media again, but my trust issues in writing offline have been strong ever since Ray Bradbury’s death in 2012.
Beneath stormy skies, President Twitler accepted the stranger’s umbrella pre-address, to avoid President Harrison’s fate. He was soon struck dead by lightning. The Reaper, and the world, sighed in relief.
The time-traveling clone’s mission had been to go back and kill the future leader, preventing disaster. Its masters hadn’t planned on the power going to its head. Chaos happens anyway.
Keep watching the site for upcoming stories! (Sadly, I'm certain more of them WILL be political. Coming up with a story a day is hard, especially when the bad news keeps piling up day after day after day...)