Really Short Stories #1

A few months ago, I participated in a writing exercise on Reddit. I went through random posts. I tried to find an interesting comment. Then, I took that comment and used it as the first line of a short story. I then posted that short story as a follow-up to that original comment. The results varied.

I'd like to share one of those with you now. It's unpolished. I haven't made any changes to these except for the stray typo. Some of these stories aren't even any good. I did it for a bit of fun. Some of these stories are a bit silly; others are rather humorous. Not a few contain nudity for some reason.

Here's the first story for your enjoyment.

"That sick old man took the slippers of that poor, helpless girl," she cried. "What a douchebag."

Mark took Michelle by the hand and led her across the street. "It's rude to stare," he said.

Michelle was in awe. "And all of these people have no homes?"

He tried to lead her quickly off the city streets. Passersby looked curiously at the beautiful girl who wandered by his side and stared at everything in wonder. "I'll explain later. We need to get you out of here."

"But why?" she asked.

"Just because. Don't ask questions. Follow me." He squeezed her hand and led her around the block toward a more neglected part of the neighborhood. Here only a few homeless found were found. They stared at Michelle naturally; who wouldn't at the sight of her? She was beautiful, of course, but she also wore very little clothing. Besides the unseasonably cold weather, her lack of modesty was what drew the most stares.

Once safe from onlookers, Mark stopped and took a deep breath. Michelle stood quietly, her head cocked to one side as she waited for him to speak.

"Where are we?"

"I don't know," he said. "Something must have gone wrong with the generator. You really are from another planet, aren't you?"

She nodded. "So this is your homeworld?" She sneaked a peek at the crowds of people down the thoroughfare.

He looked around for confirmation, but they must have overshot their objective. They were too far in the past. "It is," he said. "I just don't know when we are."

"And when do we go home?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I only hope we can."

So, there it is. I took that completely random comment (about slippers or some such nonsense) and turned it into a goofy little story. There might even be room for some expansion later on. Who knows?

Tell me your thoughts in the comments.