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"Sorry soldier, shoes sold in pairs" The salesman said.
"Dude I just need a new pair of shoes before I get my third leg cut off. Can't you hook a guy up?"Paramedics finished her text, "...love you"
"Hey, maybe you shouldn't be finishing other people's texts..."
"Nah it's fine she's my sons girlfriend and he wanted to propose to her after her surgery,"
The smallest coffins are the heaviest. Because dwarves decided to take everything they've ever mined with them like just calm down man.
Brought roses home. Keys didn't fit. Oh shit my bad wrong key.
"Goodbye, mission control. Thanks for trying"
"I mean come on how hard is it to make coffee just get back to work."She was lovely. Then things changed. She became a he. And he was even happier.
Imagined adulthood. Gained adulthood. Lost imagination.
"Idk imagination seems like a weird name for a friend."
"Coming from someone named adulthood?"Selling Parachute: never opened, slightly stained. Thanks for spilling cranberry juice on all our new parachutes, John, now everyone's gonna think someone died.
Our bedroom. Two voices. I knock.
"Mom there's a monster under my bed."A/N this is just a silly little thing I did I saw a comment along with these that said that someone should twist these around and I thought that would be fun so I gave it a shot.
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One Shots
General FictionJust a bunch of random one shots based on what I'm currently into.