Scrood

Stories written in a day.

Strings Attached

The carpenter, Geppetto, finished the last touches on his wooden puppet and set him down on the work bench.

“I will call you Pinocchio,” he said to the doll, which looked remarkably like a real boy.

After Geppetto put on his pajamas, he looked at the puppet, and then looked longingly out of his window at the night sky.  He was sad and lonely, and decided to wish upon the brightest blue star in the sky.

“Oh, how I wish my little puppet were a real boy,” he said.  Then he brushed, flossed, took some pills, and finally crawled into bed.

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A Change

Everyone stared at Charles as he walked around the office.  He had been away on vacation for two weeks and, to everyone’s surprise, had started growing a mustache.

“Charles, you look…different,” said Gladys while she waited for him to make his copies.

“Oh, you noticed,” he said.  “Yeah, I thought I’d try something new.  For Movember.  You know, the thing where guys grow a mustache in November to bring awareness to men’s health issues.”

Gladys looked at him for another second and then abruptly walked away, holding her hand over her mouth to prevent anything from coming out.

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Schindler’s Punctuation

A knock at the door startled the Garfinkels as everyone at the dining room table froze.  Joel and Eliana looked at each other in fear, and then reached out to hold the hands of their children, Leah and Joey.

Another knock rattled the door even louder, so Joel got up to answer it, all the while looking back toward his family.  Eliana told the children to hide in their rooms, and then stood in the doorway to the dining room, waiting.

Joel opened the door to see three Nazis: two soldiers in dark blue military uniforms and an older gentleman in brown, wearing the high ranking insignias of a commandant.

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