Thread: Ultra-short fiction

After twenty million years -- which, at warp speed, passed in the blink of a monkey eye -- space monkeys had developed many of the personality traits of their human creators.

Which meant that on any given Saturday night you could find them cruising the main drags of distant galaxies across the universe, searching for other horn-toad space monkeys, while eating double-bean burritos from Taco Space Bell.

"Hey, man," Zippohead said to Cheeto, "this spaceship is gettin' rank, man! Think I'm gonna open the window."

"No, WAIT!!!!" Cheeto blurted out. "If you do, we'll ..."

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Her life was dedicated to saving others. She was a brave woman. She helped save many lives while risking hers. She was modest and caring. She was a good friend. She was the strongest person I knew. She was a true hero.

(writer suffering from "sore finger")

INDEX: Man, like, I'm so p-o'ed!!!
PINKY: Whoa, I-man -- like, what's the dealy-o?
INDEX: Chicks. And Guys. People. You know. Same story.
PINKY: Like, epic fiction?
INDEX: Yeah, like "epic" for a clue.
PINKY: Gotcha, man. Clueless in skidattle.
INDEX: Yeah. Right. Anyways. I be done ... let's keep it going, people.

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