FlashCam Short Stories

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With particularly no meaning or any sense, these stories will be TOTALLY random!

Only can post on weekends..... XP

-1-

The smell of French Fries wafted through the air, Leroy took out his wallet and played around with his $10 note. He had been hearing of rumors of getting fat just by eating at McDonalds for a few weeks.

BAM! He fell flat on his face.Managing to break his fall using his arms, he wondered if any bones jutted out. Rubbing his face, he turned back and saw a banana peel.

'What the hell....' he muttered, scratching his ass. Pretty ironic, a health food in a fast-food palace.

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-2-

Kyle grabbed his trusty golf club and started hacking the white wall. Flakes falling out, he grinned widely. He had a bedroom all to himself, including a plain, empty wall.Taking out a marker, he drew a blue circle and whacked the centre of the circle.

'FORE!!!!!!!!' he yelled,blinking of all the white dust.

He continued to scribble on the wall using the marker and then hacking it out using the club. To him, it was good, clean fun. To everyone else, well that was utterly useless

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-3-

'10010011111000000100101011' said the screen of the computer.

Greg blinked, remembering he downloaded the binary system on his computer. Hitting the Ctrl+Alt+Delete buttons, he prayed hard that the whole screen would flash blue. And it did.

'Yeah yeah yeah!!!! I rock!!!' he shouted, grabbing the mouse.

After clicking in a indecipherable manner, the screen blinked out, giving off a burnt toast smell.

'Uh...Oops...' said Greg staring at the screen. Probably the wrong code, causing the virus to spread.

Taking out a thumb-drive, he stuffed it into the computer, preparing for another round of praying.

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-4-

Pete twitched his eye.He haven't seen so much blood in 1 place. Picking up a piece of skin, he gulped it down. Then, Terry came along.

'Hey! Wasn't that just damn good???!!!!!' Terry yelled, arms flustering.

Pete gave a quick nod, and wiped the blood from his chin. Licking his lips, he started to look for any intestines. Legs deep in blood and gore, Terry slowly followed.

'You know dude....' ventured Terry. 'Maybe you should take a break from your midnight snacking and I can't ALWAYS tell my Mom that I have to go for a long toilet break.'

'A realllllyyyyy long toilet break...' he added, pinching his nose, to avoid catching the whiff of rotting body bits.

Pete grunted and looked at a tempting piece of hand, smoldered with blood.

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Hmm....Running out of ideas...Eh, not really...

-5-

PD92 moved his sensor. Being the most hi-tech robot in town (and the world), he could do what humans can do and more. Grabbing a Coke can, he shook it a lot and placed it back. His inventor, Maximilian grabbed the can and opened it.

WHOOSH!!!!! A jet of dark brown liquid gushed out, drenching him from head to toe. PD92 let out a series of beeps and boops.

'Oh, ha ha, very funny...' Max muttered, wiping his lab coat uselessly with some tissue.

'10001011100010011' PD92 replied.

'Oh damn!! Your speech chips has malfunctioned again!!' Max cursed, grabbing his spanner.

PD92 let out a high-pitched screech. Max covered his ears, grimacing. Hand fumbling with the spanner, he repeatedly whacked PD92. After that, all that was left was a pile of metal. Staring at what he did,he just shrugged and got his tool box.

'Well...' he mumbled, taking out some spare parts, 'Time to make PD93...'

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Oh...Methinks that I get sick of myself only in this thread...

-6-

Rob took out a knife. Bob took out his Swiss Army knife. Rob blinked, hands trembling, wondering whether he could win against Bob with only a knife.

'That knife is gonna get chopped into pieces!' Bob taunted.

Rob grunted and stared at his knife with great concentration. Suddenly, the knife glowed a blinding light and then it burst into flames. Rob cringed but realised the fire wasn't burning his hand into crisps. The light dulled and a sword appeared. Bob's eyes widened.

Rob grinned, swinging the sword. 'Heh heh...The tables have turned....'

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Well...Final one but I'll put all my little stories at the Regulars

-7-

Eric yelled as loud as he could. Finn clutched his earmuffs and clenched his teeth. The glass on the table only shuddered. Eric stopped and started gasping.

Finn trembled and said, 'There's no way your gonna be an opera singer like this.'

Eric shook his head and wiped his sweat profusely. He had DREAMS about this and he wasn't gonna let it down yet. Licking his lips, he prepared for another burst. Meanwhile, Finn shuddered and scampered to the kitchen, to try not to hear Eric.