Bolt the door

You set the deadbolt with a loud click. Fred howls with rage, screaming, "This is my house! Let me come in!"

Laughing, you reply, "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!" As an afterthought, you rub your chin and find that it really does have hair: a small goatee, judging from the feel of it in the dark. Startled, you grope the wall in search of a light switch. "Not a chance," you tell yourself; "not a chance in the world."

Written by Joey Liverwurst

Senility
Let's Make a Deal

Add your own new page to the story!

Back to the parent page