Short Stories from Two Friends’ Conversation on January the Nineteenth in A.D. 2005

Well, here they are: the stories that started it all. We wrote these over IM one night purely out of lack of anything else to do, and now we write stories on a blog! Hope you enjoy these lovely little tales!


One night a small beaver was chewing his cud. He noticed the north star. It was moving franticly in circles. He sighed. "Ben again, I’ll bet." He went to bed sobbing. The end.
-- Aaron

The dwarf ate some spinach for breakfast, and then he went to the river ganges to bathe. Before he could get to a nice spot, however, he realized that something or someone was following him. He hid in a prickly bush. Five hours later he decided it had been his imagination: dumb dwarves flock together. (That part was extra.) So the dwarf finally got himself untangled from the prickly bush. Then the task of picking out the thorns completely engrossed him. So much so, in fact, that he didn’t notice the dwarf that was sneaking silently from tree to tree, getting nearer and nearer..... Finally this other dwarf raised his ax above his head and came leaping out of the trees. This type of black dwarf had no heart at all. The dirty dwarf turned in time to see the black dwarf rushing at him and dove into the prickly bush. The momentum of the black dwarf carried him into the prickly bush along with the dirty one. The dirty one said to the black one, "Dumb dwarves must flock together." The raised ax was about to come down on his head. (That was from another paragraph.)
-- Ben