Short Story—Octopus And Lunch

I was randomly inspired to write this short story, which is a very grim, very short story.

Once upon a time, there was a little octopus, whose name was Bob.

Bob was a happy octopus.

One day, Bob went to school.

There was a big fish standing there looking sad, so Bob went over to say “Hello”

“Hi,” mumbled the fish in return.

Bob pressed on. “Why are you so sad?”

“It’s, it’s” said the fish, “It’s cause of I don’t have a lunch.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Bob said, feeling sorry for the big fish.

Suddenly, the fish’s face lit up.

“What? What?” wondered Bob, trying to imagine what the fish had thought of.

“You can be my lunch!” the fish said, standing up and moving towards Bob.

“Oh, no!” cried Bob, his face rapidly turning to horror. “Not me! You—You wouldn’t want to eat me!”

But the big fish scooped up Bob, who was heavily protesting this, and popped him in his mouth.

“Mmmm. Good combination,” sighed the fish. “Nice and crunchy.”

He licked his lips and swam off to find another unfortunate victim.


So whaddya think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s