Short Stories and Poems

(Short)Small Little People

These were small little people. They jumped around and screeched, jabbering nonsense, and slapped the ground. Eventually, these small little people picked up the stones on the ground and threw them at one another, and came to the first death. After the first stone, these small little people threw more stones, before striking up a flame and burning their foes. These small little people divided themselves into groups, those with long fingers, and those with long toes. Though they did not know, their toes and fingers were all the same length.

Eventually using their small little flames, a small little person who had long ears made a contraption to make their previous stones fly faster and shoot harder. This made the small little long-eared person king before another small little person took his weapon and shot him in the head. Now this small little person was king, before again, another small little person took his weapon and shot him in the head.

Around another side of their small little world, a small little person was thinking about not hurting people, and other small little people agreed. Then a king sought this small little person and killed him. The small little people who followed the small little peaceful person got very angry and mobbed the king. Vowing vengeance onto anyone who hurts another small little person.

Another small little person did not like all the shouting from the violence so he took up into a small little cave and lived there until he died.

The small, little, vengeful people set up a little town on one side of their world and built up a city, this time with no king, except for Todimathy, who claimed to not be a king(but really kind of was).

The small little vengeful people are not unique, because around 50 other small little cities sprouted up from the ground, each of these cities eyed the others, seeing the amount of violence they committed and planned to hurt the other small little people.

These small little cities took their super fast rock slingers and improved them, making them better at blowing peoples skulls open, before some small little person thought that it did not have to be skulls to blow open.

Eventually a small little king stepped up and tried to bring peace, claiming that this was the exact opposite of what the small little peaceful man wanted. All the other cities shot him in the head.

The weapons grew past stone throwing, and exploded and mowed down many small little people. In the end all the cities grew silent, leaving these small little people to pick up debris. Tod, who was a distant relative to Todimathy, sat on a small tiny stool in his small tiny home, and began to think of the point of the violence.

At this point a large giant hand, belonging to a large giant person of the name Urg reached down and picked up their world. A large bulbous eye looked at this stone, tossed it twice into the air, catching it each time he did. He looked up at a man, then back down to the stone. Sweat clung to his lips, he licked the salt off of them. He bunched his shoulders and brought this stone back. He twisted his hips and launched his arm forward. The stone flew through the air, and at this point Tod realized everything. The whole point of their violence, why they were here, the purpose, the name of the man who died in a cave alone. It was all No Reason. Then the stone shifted through the large mans skull, twisting bits of flesh and blood onto the ground around him, at this point the large man realized everything and if the stone were not currently blasting through his brains, he would have conducted a glorious symphony, beautiful enough that all would have dropped their slugs and made a nice little communion. As the stone tore through the other man's head, Urg thought that it was pretty neat how the blood sprayed.