Limited Test Subjects

My uncle would be classed as insane by most, but since he had made millions off his work with computers, he was eccentric.

As his sole living relative and heir I would often visit him. He was always going on about his work, which I never understood.

That is, till the day I went to his mansion and he excitedly showed me a flying monkey in a cage. He explained that his invention finally worked, and that he could pull anything on a screen into real life.

I probably should have checked his heart before using it on porn though…

(Thanks to Jed for the Suggestion!)

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Eyes on the Clock

“And now on ‘Searching For Stardom’, we have a mother and son double act, please welcome to the stage The Fabulous Celeste and Rupert!”

The crowd politely applauded as the middle aged woman walked out on stage, a small boy by her side, being dragged out by the hand.

“So what shall we be getting here?” asked the vicious, nasty judge. The camera trailed over a table covered in various household metal objects.

“Watch as I make these mundane items fly!” Celeste said, striking a pose while squeezing the boy’s shoulder.

And that’s how humanity saw the first true psychic…

Requests in Haste

The results of her outburst were a shattered glass coffee table and a silence broken only by the ticking grandfather clock in the corner.

After a few clearly marked seconds, I turned.

“Well if you’re not going to get the broom…” I muttered.

“THAT’S MY FUCKING POINT! I’m so sick of not getting anything from you! All I want is some fucking emotional depth! Just once could you react emotionally and not just coldly deduce-“

The results of my outburst were a woman with a broken neck, and a silence broken only by the ticking grandfather clock in the corner.

Breaking Free

On a suburban street, a man sat in a car, thinking. Around him sprinklers ran, a bird cleaned itself in a tree, life moved on.

But Charlie’s mind was far away.

“How did I get stuck here? I used to be free, I used to be able to go anywhere I liked, eat whatever I wanted, not care about anything. But one single screw and now I have to be the responsible one! I have to provide for my kids! Screw it!”

The driver started the car, and then almost immediately hit Charlie as he swooped down from the tree.

A Lack of Charity

She rang the doorbell, the door opened.

“Hello, I’m here on behalf of the Red-“ she began.

“Look lady, no offence, but go fuck yourself.” snapped the man who opened the door. He then slammed the door shut.

She went to leave when the door reopened.

“I’m sorry, that was totally uncalled for, I’m just in the middle of a divorce and my job is… Never mind, here.” he said, scribbling out a cheque for her, leaving the payee blank before closing the door again.

She slipped the cheque into her bra then went back to door-knocking for blood donations.

Dr. Seuss Writes A Penthouse Letter

Sally sat on the bed and looked up at me.

“Put your wood into me, I wish to stop with playthings, I want a big man in me!”

I know you hear this all day, but she was a dish. I got her gown in my hands and got it on the bed near her.

Her pink box was a mess, all wet and open. My wood was red and big, as I put it in her.

It was good in her, too good. I went to stop but my milk shook her to the top.

It was good fun.