Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
He used to fantasize about losing his teeth. Feeling with his tongue the carved flesh along his gums, and tasting battery acid blood. He’d sit close to the TV set. He’d press his fingers deep into his cheeks and then paint the screen electrical rainbows of vital fluids during The Brady Bunch Variety Hour.
He’d dream that he would sneeze and his teeth would be catapulted from his mouth by the velocity ricocheting around the kitchen and rattling across the linoleum.
He dreamed of chewing on an apple; a mouthful of tingling, throbbing, quivering gore.
Those were his dreams.