Three Sentence Stories #3 feat. Milly vs. the Monster

Hello again! Please enjoy more three sentence stories that I came up with on my way to and from uni.

The continuing tale for this lot of stories (every odd paragraph this time) is about a young girl who has to face off against a savage beast. Will she prevail alone, or will religion guide her through it?


Milly’s Sunday school teacher Miss Webster had told her that the best way to get rid of monsters at night was to close her eyes and pray to God, so she did. When she was sure the coast was clear, she peeked out into the darkness through slitted eyes. When saw her Dad was still standing over her bed, she closed her eyes and tried to pray a little harder.


One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl and four for a boy. Rubbing her pregnant stomach, Lilian played the superstitious rhyme in her head as she looked at the two ugly magpies foraging under the telephone lines. She felt a sudden sharp pain in her abdomen and, as she fell to her knees, the larger of the magpies tackled the other and began pecking it to death on the earth below.


Milly’s father, the well-respected priest of a well known local church, roared with laughter when he found her praying by her bedside table. “Stupid girl; God isn’t going to save a little harlot like you!” Milly said nothing as she closed her eyes and clasped the inverted cross that hung around her neck.


Zoe had always wanted to be a princess like she saw in Disney movies, so when a tiny woman claiming to be a wish granting fairy appeared before her one day, she knew exactly what she wanted. “Now Zoe,” the small pink woman squeaked, a small grin appearing on her face, “the process of becoming a queen-to-be is irreversible, are you sure you want to – oh of course you do, here we go!” Hours later, as she was force fed royal jelly in a hexagonal comb by her humble servant, Zoe realised that perhaps not all wish granting fairies were very kind.


Milly awoke to find a small impish creature devouring something at the foot of her bed. “You’re safe now, go back to sleep child,” hissed an unearthly voice in between the ghastly sounds of teeth gnawing on bone. Smiling happily, the young girl snuggled down into her bedsheets and fell into a peaceful sleep.



Short Story Time – The First Date

This story might seem a bit strange compared to my previous ones; and it is. I’m hoping some people may feel a sense of familiarity when they read it, or even a sense of unfamiliarity.

Let me know what you think.


Meg waited for him at the centre of the ever busy Queen Street Mall.

She had spent hours choosing her outfit, plucking out any unsightly hairs and applying her winged eyeliner just right. Now, more dolled up than she had ever been in her life, she waited for her online date to show up.

He said he would be wearing a blue shirt with large black ‘I’ on it. Pretty easy to spot, she assumed; and it was.

She found him standing under a silver pole. He was very handsome, but Meg considered that a bonus. When they had chatted online, she had only ever seen one picture of him. It had made him seem quite plain, but Meg wasn’t one to judge appearances. She was a little plump and more than a little bit homely looking and she was quite aware of that.

What had caught her attention about him was just how intelligent he was. Not only was he a fellow writer, he was an avid reader of the classics. Meg had never met a man who had read all of Ernest Hemingway’s novels.

Meg always believed the old saying about beauty being on the inside. She thought at first that he was proof of that, but now as she approached him, she supposed that it was possible for beauty to shine inside and outside of a person.

“Adam?” Meg asked.

Adam turned his head and smiled as she approached.

“You must be Meg, nice to meet you.”

He held his hand out to her and she shook it. It felt warm and inviting.



They went to a quiet book store at the end of the mall. There, Adam talked about all of his favourite novelists – Edgar Allen Poe, H.P. Lovecraft, Jane Austin and of course, Ernest Hemingway. Meg had felt her eyes light up as he spoke. He was so passionate; she could feel herself falling in love with him.

After buying a few of his recommendations, they wandered through the mall for a while. Adam explained how he had just graduated from university as a creative writer and Meg interjected that she too was doing creative writing. He continued, saying how he had several projects he was working on currently and how he was certain they would be finished soon.

Meg found a space to talk and mentioned that she owned a blog where she wrote all of her stories.

“I absolutely love writing short stories; they make up most of my writing.” She said, smiling happily at him.

He gave her a small, polite smile and then went silent. A few seconds later, he began talking about one of his most recent writing projects.



He took her to a burger joint for lunch.

She rolled her eyes playfully as she imagined the mess eating a burger would make.

“Wow, what a great place to go for a first date, Adam!” She said to him, giggling.

She glanced over at him, expecting something witty in response. Adam just gave her another small, polite smile.

“It is a great place, isn’t it?” He replied in a sincere tone.

Meg chuckled as her date gave such a deadpan reply. She really did like being with this guy.

As they waited for their lunch to come, he told her more about himself. He described how stressed he had gotten at university and how he nearly had a breakdown. Meg imagined the poor man bent over his desk, anxious about his half-finished novels.  She couldn’t believe how much he cared about his work.

He soon switched topics and asked her how she was enjoying the date. Meg replied that she was loving it. He mentioned how he had been paranoid that it would not go so well. Meg just laughed.

“Don’t worry about it; I get worried before dates too!” She said, taking a sip of her drink.

She was in awe over how well this was all going. Meg had only had two other boyfriends before and both had been terrible mistakes. Adam was something else. He was so smart and even though he had never left the country before, he was worldly too. She began fantasising about them going on overseas adventures together, writing side by side and being so in love.

Meg noticed Adam had begun fidgeting with his hands and before she could ask what was wrong, he blurted out:

“I have something I need to tell you that I think is important.”

Meg’s smile faltered slightly. It wasn’t that his voice sounded gravely serious, or worried or upset. It was the fact that his voice sounded the exact same as it had throughout their entire date.

“Okay, what is it?” She asked her voice inclining as she finished her sentence.

He looked her straight in the eyes as he spoke in his unchanging tone.

“I am a robot.”

Meg gave her date a dumbfounded look.

He lifted his arm and peeled away a flap of the silicone skin. Underneath, she could see gears whirring and small lights flashing.

Meg felt the fantasy in her mind shatter into millions of unsalvageable pieces. An uneasy smile surfaced on her face.

“O-oh…” She found herself stammering.

She quickly shoved a straw in her gaping mouth and took a long drink from her glass.



As they walked down to his favourite park, she began noticing all the signs she had missed before.

Every time he took a step she could hear the clunking of gears.  She began hearing the slightest traces of static when he spoke. His blank face was the biggest tell tale sign, though. It was just too perfect and generic.

Meg felt like a complete fool. She didn’t understand how she could have been so oblivious.

At least she now knew why he hadn’t responded to her jokes properly.

They sat on a bench together and he continued to talk about his favourite novels. She said nothing and just nodded. She figured he must be a publishing robot, programmed to talk about nothing but books.

“Well Meg, I have nothing left to say. I’ve run through my entire catalogue.” Adam said to her, blinking.

“Oh, ok…” Meg replied.

He stood up and gave her another polite smile.

“I have thoroughly enjoyed meeting you, Meg. I was worried it wouldn’t go well, but I think it did. I hope we can meet again soon.”

He held out his hand to her and she shook it. It was devoid of any warmth she had once felt.



When she got home that night, Meg did some research on her computer. She typed the phrase ‘dating a robot’. Google came back with over 20 million results. She read through the first page of results.

How to Date a Robot

Can Robots Love Like Regular Humans?

10 Things to NOT do on a Date with a Robot

Robots – All you need to know about dating and SEX

My Robot Boyfriend RUINED MY LIFE – Why you SHOULDN’T date a Robot

She clicked on the first link which took her to a health website for women. The article was written by a woman who specialised in couple’s therapy and robot psychology.

Meg read the piece, feeling her heart sink the further down she went.

She discovered that although some robots seem to show emotions, in the end it is all just programmed into them. They tended to be socially awkward and were terrible at reading people. Some robots even malfunctioned and sometimes said inappropriate things out loud.

They also needed to be maintained on a daily basis by a robot handler. By forming a relationship with a robot, you’re assumed to be the robot’s new handler, not just their lover.

Meg found the comments section even more disheartening.

Several people spoke about their horrible failed marriages. One man gave a testimony about his 30 year marriage to a robot woman.

When I first met her, she seemed shy and eccentric, but I thought that was just who she was. Then after we married, she showed her true colours. She told me she was a robot and she had to perform her robot duties each and every day. 30 years later and she’s always whirring about the place with as much emotions as an onion. We never have sex any more; after all, she sees no use for it. She doesn’t even ask me how I am after a long day of working. My advice – if you find out your date is a robot, do a 180 and run.

Some people ranted about how wrong the woman who wrote the article was. One lady spoke of how she was happily married to her robot husband for several years.

I find this article misleading and poorly written. Me and James have been together for many years now. He’s a wonderful soul mate and we get along really well. It’s all about putting effort into your relationships. If you go into a relationship with a robot expecting it to be easy, it’ll fall apart. Relationships are about supporting each other. If you love your robot man or woman enough, you’ll stick by them and help them and they’ll show their own way of loving you.

Another commenter, a robot herself, explained how offended she felt by the professional’s statements.

I may be a robot, but I’m built with the likeness and intelligence of a human. Sure, I have troubles making friends and going on dates, but I’m not completely worthless. Stop treating me like I’m nothing but a piece of scrap metal!

Meg felt a mixture of sadness and guilt course through her.

Her first thought was there was no way she could date a robot. The idea of spending her life fixing Adam every day just sounded like a big waste of her time. Then she realised how horrible that made her appear. She began to mentally scold herself.

You loved him when he was talking about books yet the moment he said he was a robot you shirked away. What was that about beauty being on the inside?

But she knew that he had no ordinary insides. All Adam had inside of him were gears, pistons and microchips. He wasn’t built like an ordinary human.

Meg took a deep breath and opened up Facebook. Adam had sent her a message.

Hi Meg, thanks again for the date, I really enjoyed it. I was too paranoid to say anything, but I thought you looked quite pretty today.

Meg stared at the message for several minutes. She wondered how long it had taken him to write those two sentences to her. She could imagine his fingers slowly tapping out the message, the little gears inside his knuckles whirring as he typed. She closed the page and opened up a new word document.

She began to write a story.  As she typed into the late hours of the evening, she hoped she would figure out how to reply to Adam.

She never did.



Three Sentence Stories to Pass the Time #2 feat. Miss. Interpretation

So I’m back at uni now and I’m going to start getting really busy soon. I’m going to try and make an effort to write as much as I can in my spare time. Expect my next few posts to be mainly three sentence stories and (hopefully) my two part horror novella.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy these three sentence stories as I much as I enjoyed writing them! The connected stories this time focus on a sweet dimpled girl who probably needs to be taught what metaphors and euphemisms are.



Weighing in at a muscly 300 pounds, Robert “The Brute” Adams is one of the world’s most renowned heavyweight wrestlers. During the day, he body slams opponents into the centre of the ring for the adoration of his cheering crowd. At night, he spends hours in his home studio perfecting his pirouettes as he listens to ‘The Blue Danube’.


Gertrude felt the blood rush from her face as she saw what her darling daughter was doing in the courtyard. Her little blue eyed princess was wrangling a fallen baby sparrow in her chubby little hands. “But Mumsy,” the confused girl said to her distraught mother, “you always told me a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush!”


The ‘street artist’ snuck onto the train tracks at night and headed towards the huge unused billboard. Unable to resist the temptation of an empty canvas, she wrote in a big black scrawling letters ‘Havoc is here’. As Marcus rode the train to school the next day, he was surprised to see the usually blank billboard now had a message printed on it in neat, red font: ‘Havoc was here’.


Gertrude let out a horrified scream as she opened the door to her daughter’s bedroom. Her little blonde locked angel was crouching over the family poodle, holding the severed head of their cat in one hand and a sewing needle in the other. “I’m doing an experiment Mumsy,” said the adorable little girl, “to see if two heads really are better than one!”


We all rejoiced when the aliens came down from the sky and declared that they were an advanced and intelligent species. They explained that they had discovered our primitive little planet and that they were going to teach us everything they know. When they began forcefully assimilating us into their society and taking our children away ‘for their own good’, some people knew it was history repeating itself and the rest of us just felt ashamed.


Gertrude rolled on her side to face her husband and let out a choked gasp. Sitting between the couple was their small porcelain skinned daughter, all smiles and with blood dripping from her clenched fists. “What’s wrong Mumsy,” her daughter whispered, “everybody always says that I have Daddy’s eyes, so I wanna play with them!”


Short Story-Time: Nip’s Voyage

This is a comfy short story that I wrote over a few days. I’ve always wanted to write a piece of fiction about space and now I’ve finally done it!

I think it’s best enjoyed at night, right before going to bed. Oh yeah, and it’s kid friendly too!

If you want a bit of ambience to go with the story, listen to a bit of this while reading it.

Goodnight WordPress and sweet dreams!


Nip loved to stargaze. No; she loved how the stars gazed at her.

The fact that her spacecraft was transparent made her all the more happier. It didn’t matter whether she looked at the floor or at the ceiling. Nip was engulfed in the universe.

Sitting back in her cozy nest, she allowed her eyes to trace along the burning spheres of gas like a dot to dot picture. In her mind, she turned each patch of stars into a different animal.

To the left of a spiralling purple galaxy was a giraffe, its elongated neck arched as though it was reaching for tree leaves. Beside the docile herbivore was a ferocious tiger. The starry beast leapt over a bright blue nebula, it’s bright eyes glimmering with intensity as it glared at the girl huddled in her little clam-shaped nest.

Nip took in the spectacle before her as she sipped from the silver bottle in her lap. It was delicious; she called it her ‘moon juice’. Today, the juice had the flavour of freshly squeezed apples with just a hint of blackcurrants. Sometimes, it tasted like hot chocolate with melting marshmallows and whenever they passed close to a sun, it became plain water, tasteless but refreshing.

Although she knew it was silly, Nip sometimes liked to imagine that the colourless liquid existed on the Moon. She would daydream about splashing about in its huge craters and bobbing on her back so she could look at the endless galaxies above her.

Nip found herself remembering the rotund hunk of space rock. Ever since she could remember, she had studied the natural satellite that orbited Earth. Though it paled in comparison to many of the wonders in the galaxy, something about the little humble moon made Nip sympathise with it. They did have a lot in common, after all. Both the girl and the moon were small, lonely space dwellers.

A calm voice entered her thoughts. It spoke in a soft and feminine tone which reminded Nip of her Mentor. Although the memory was quite fuzzy, she could still remember the kindly woman’s smile and her warm hugs. Sometimes Nip wished she could see her again.

The voice repeated its message to the distracted girl.

“Nip, is everything okay?”

“Yep!” Nip replied, nodding her head.

Her movements caused the thick ashen curls in front of her face to bounce. She wished she could tie up her own hair, but whenever she did she always messed it up. She once asked ALOE to help her, but the kind voice had explained to her she couldn’t as she didn’t have any hands.

“Don’t fib to me, Nip. You had a sad thought, didn’t you?”

The voice had become the slightest bit sterner. Nip bit her lip. ALOE always sounded like this when she suspected that Nip was lying to her. Although she was glad ALOE was so loving, Nip sometimes wished the spacecraft couldn’t read her mind.

“ALOE, when am I gonna be at my new home again?”

The spacecraft stayed quiet for a few moments as it calculated its next statement.

“We’re nearly at your new home now, Nip.”

Nip beamed and tapped her feet together. She wiggled her toes, making them dance against the star speckled backdrop.

As always, time continued to pass by at a snail’s pace. Nip finished her drink, did an hour of her astrology studies, played virtuoso checkers with ALOE, sprayed herself with anti-bac, read her favourite holo-book ‘Animals of Earth’ and laid to rest in her nest.

She yawned as the lights in the spacecraft dimmed and her nest closed over her. Shrouded in darkness, Nip snuggled in her blankets and embraced her stuffed panda, Kiki.

“What theme do you want tonight?” ALOE asked the tired girl. “Rippling waves? Tropical rainforest?”

“Full moon.” Nip whispered.

Moments later, the darkness surrounding her was lit up by a single cream orb that floated above her body. Nip gazed over the spherical space rock, her eyes wide with joy. She reached out to touch it and felt nothing as her hand passed through the hologram.

Soon, the young girl’s eyes grew heavy and she drifted off into a blissful sleep.

In her dreams, she was swimming through the stars with a herd of giraffes. She flew up as high as she could and dove down under a small blue planet. She grabbed the tail of a starry tiger as it leapt from star to star.

Soon, it came to a stop and glanced at her expectedly. Nip saw where they were and she smiled. Nip petted the creature’s glittery fur and glided towards the powdery round moon.

Just as she landed feet first onto the dusty surface, the ground below her began to shake violently. She wobbled but managed to keep her balance.

“Nip.. Nip…”

The young girl heard ALOE calling to her. In the distance, she could hear the sound of a wailing siren.

Nip was jolted awake as she was slammed against the top of her nest. Her head spun as she was blindly knocked about the small enclosure. She screamed for ALOE but the friendly voice was no longer there.

Instead, a strong, intimidating voice started shouting instructions to her:


With great difficulty, Nip managed to find her seat and snapped the lifebelt across her body in an x-shape. Despite being held back by the safety harness her body still flailed about, making her feel like a rag doll.

The whole pod shook and Nip began to feel hot. Her clothes stuck to her skin and her brow became wet with sweat. She gasped for air and kept calling out for ALOE. ALOE didn’t reply.

She heard loud clicks and whirs and suddenly the nest began to fall.

Nip closed her eyes and gripped the ends of her seat as her stomach dropped. With a sudden lurch, the nest slowed its descent.

There was a loud thud as the nest came to a sudden halt. Nip let out a shocked cry and whimpered in fear. After a few silent moments, she opened her eyes. She was still trapped inside the nest.

She undid her lifebelt and pressed a button above her head to manually open the enclosure. With a soft click, the sleeping nest opened.

Stumbling out of the nesting pod, she fell face first onto the dusty ground below. With shaky feet, she stood and looked the remains of her spacecraft. The clear outer layer of craft had been ejected during the descent. Half of the pod was now covered in a thin material that felt like silk.

Her eyes were drawn to the bright red words engraved on the side of the silver pod she had spent the majority of her life in.

Automated Life-sustaining Offspring Enclosure
Sector: Astrology and Ecology

“ALOE…” Nip whispered, touching the side of the craft.

She glanced over the landscape. In the soft light of dusk, she could just make out the outline of exotic jungles and strange landscapes filled with foreign structures. She became overwhelmed with feelings of fear.

Then something familiar caught her eye. The young human girl looked up at the universe she had become so accustomed to. Her eyes widened as she saw the large, crater spotted face staring down at her from the night sky.

In front of the pale moon, she could just make out dozens of other silver pods, floating down with the aid of parachutes.

A whirring sound came from her own fallen spacecraft as a recorded message played. A soft and familiar voice began to speak with the slightest hint of sentimentality.

“My dear Nip, thank you for being so brave.

I’m sorry I am unable to continue this journey with you, but I would just like you to know how proud I am of you. You have grown into the intelligent and lovely girl we all knew you’d be. I have no doubts that you and your fellow bio-neers are going to lead humanity into it’s next golden age.

On behalf of myself and everyone associated with Project Odyssey, I would like to welcome you to the planet of both your ancestors and your future children, Earth.

I hope you like your new home.”