Wednesday, February 03, 2016

One Line Stories

◆ Amidst the hooting crowd, someone said, "There comes the Police."

◆ Just when he picked up the lyrics a string of his guitar broke.

◆ When he had lost all hopes of living, his wife messaged him, "You are about to become a Dad."

◆ In middle of the night when he finished a horror movie, he heard a knock on the door.

◆ The journey was smooth, until he suffered a puncture just one kilometer before his destination.

◆ As he dropped a wasteful 50p coin in her hands, she said, "May God give you all the fortune in the world."

◆ "My son is in a critical condition, please give the medicines, I'll pay you tomorrow." But he refused.

◆ The angry mob was advancing towards him with sticks and stones, when the boy intervened, "It was my mistake."

◆ She came in shining whites, only to discover him lay dead in a pool of red.

◆ She weighed herself, to discover a whooping 250gms less.

◆ He served sweets with a tempting palate; he was diagnosed diabetic yesterday.

◆ On his first day in a new city he met his kindergarten teacher.

◆ As they shared their first kiss in an orchard, a Nightingale sang in joy.

◆ He was utterly disturbed when his dog came and licked his toes.

◆ Just when he was about to sign off his suicide letter, the pen stopped.

◆ He asked for a tank-full of fuel and found his wallet missing.

◆ He finally said I love you to his step mother.

◆ The new office desk had seven names scribbled on it.

◆ He wore a torn shirt and unmatched shoes.

◆ The rag picker looked at the mannequin with greedy eyes.

◆ The farmer looked at his barren fields, and then at the cloudless sky.

◆ Two blocks away, he shined the mirror in her eyes.

◆ They got engaged after a much debated inter-caste affair.

◆ She said she loved him, with all her heart.

◆ She finally asked him to bring her a rose, and he uprooted a tree.

◆ He kissed her gently on the forehead while she slept, picked up his luggage and left with a heavy heart.

◆ She smiled when they bumped.

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