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Nightfall on Harsh Mistress

Attracted by traces of oxygen, Fahrenzeit-451 landed beside a construction of tanks, pipes and mirrors. It watched and waited, until a machine trundled by, laden with rocks.

 

"I, from Vulcan, seek Life," radioed Fahrenzeit-451.

Haiku

soul in spirit sings
the Force of Ten Thousand Things
springs universal

Return to Sender

A short-short idiomatic story ...

SpacePort Master Smith radioed Lewis. "Your ship just came in," he said. "She's worse than rudderless. No Captain, no crew. Derelict."

"Have the rats deserted her? What are you waiting for? Find the Captain's log and read the last entry to me."

"Okay, Mister Lewis. Wait while we find it."

"Hurry up, man. I haven't got all orbit," said Lewis. "What do I pay you for? It's not like abandoned spaceships visit your miserable port every day. Run a tight ship, dammit."

"Okay, Mister Lewis, here's the log. The last entry says, 'We discovered a virgin planet. We wiped the ship's memory. Neither ship nor you will ever find us. At last we are free.' " Smith paused. "It's signed, Captain, Retired, Lewis Jr"

Some SF Limericks

There was a young Jedi called Luke
Who flew fast and low with a nuke
He blew up the DeathStar
And slew his bad Father
And wrote it all down in a book

There's more where that came from, all just as silly ...

Al One

A story in 50 words exactly ...

Making tea, Al burned his finger.

"Damn," he said, "Pot—hot!"

Then later, "I live alone in a tree. I talk to myself. Why?"

Tea finished, pot cold, Al said, "Do other people who live alone in trees talk to themselves?"

He climbed down from his tree to go ask.