I Vacuum By Jeffrey Hite Every night I vacuum the rug. Every morning I wake up and there are foot prints on my rug. I vacuum. Foot prints. I vacuum. Foot prints. Little tiny foot prints! Finally a bought a night vision, inferred camera. I caught the little beasts making foot prints all over my rug. They were little elves or gnomes or something. I also caught them fixing the broken wires on my stereo, and the loose screws in the furniture. They did everything, everything that is but wipe their feet before they came in the house. So I vacuum and they leave footprints.

The Princess By Jeff Hite The Princess lay in her tower asleep for nearly 100 years.  The Prince, selected to be the one to wake her after generations, stood over her watching the seconds tick by.  Hhe had made his way through the thorn forest and and the castle grounds he had seen the people whose lives would or had already ended with this one kiss.  It didn’t seem fair, the other men who had died thinking they could fight past the trees to inherit the kingdom, the servants who slept and would disappear once she awoke.  Instead he turned away and left. This is a much shorter version of a retelling of Sleeping Beauty that I am working on.  My version is already in the 4000 word range, but this pretty much captures the essence of the story

The Boy Who Never Laughed By J. Hite “There was a boy who lived in this house at one time, why do you ask?” The realtor asked. “Oh no reason.” The little boy replied twisting his finger. “Well it was a very sad story about him." ” “Did he die here?” “Oh no nothing like that.  He didn’t have any friends.” “Why didn’t he have any friends, was he ugly?  Did he smell bad?  I know I bet it was that he was mean, and shove people’s heads into their lockers.” “No nothing like that.  He always picked his nose.” The little boy pulled his finger out of his nose and blushed. The Story's Inspiration

The Ship By J. Hite “It was there and then it wasn’t I tell ya.” “Alright Gramps but was it there when you pulled the collision alarm?” “It was there, I might be old but I am not stupid.” “Well... So tell us about this ship you think you saw.” “It was pretty foggy.” “So maybe it wasn’t there?” “It was there! It was there, It has three masts.” “So a sailing rig?” “Exactly. It was moving slowly, only the main sail was up. But it was right in front of us. Then it wasn’t.” “Hmm sounds like a case for Scooby Doo to me.