One sentence stories

Whoa, she said to which he responded, I’m not a horse.

Jackson stumbled out of the woods, fell to his knees and slumped forward wincing at the pain from the deep scratches on his legs and back; he shook his head “no more shortcuts”.

The clap of thunder was like none ever heard before, shaking the ground so violently that he thought it was an earthquake.

Dozens of people walk past me oblivious to my plight on this cold pavement and straining at the painful restraint only increases my anxiety as seemingly hours, no days pass by; then there she was, my beautiful human with a bag of wonderful smelling secrets and doggie treats.