Little Shorts (4 short stories): Elevator . Mister . Girls . Whisky

By Pinkberry

Figure out the clues, conquer your fears and make it through the night. These are four short stories about escape, friendship, and love. Not to mention a trenchant robot, hiding from monsters, and chasing after men. Oh, almost forgot, the total annihilation of our planet. Best of luck to everyone. We will need it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pinkberry
• Release date: Apr 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463224526

Pinkberry

People ask me, why do I use the pseudonym, Pinkberry. I wonder how come the answer isn't pretty clear. I’m driven to believe I've never revealed the reason. Thinking really hard, did I ever tell people I met along the way the reason for my pseudonym—let’s see, there was the nurse who delivered me. She wouldn't have understood what I was telling her at the time. Man she was super sweet though. Then again at that age, anyone with boobs is a keeper. Actually that’s true at any age. I can’t remember too much more from that specific day. I do recall the room smelling like alcohol. Oh, so it seems I don’t have to go much further than that to explain everything.

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LITTLE SHORTS

by pinkberry

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4 SHORT STORIES

Elevator

Mister

Girls

Whisky

In case I forgot to mention

there are 4 stories

and they are all short

Elevator

I truly love elevators, and by love, I mean the opposite. If against my better judgment—I ever found myself inside an elevator, I‘d spend the entire time there waiting to become stuck—which would not be amusing. The universe agrees with me on this, but she could care less. I never expect berries from her. Unless they are poison berries. I expect those.

An unscheduled staff meeting is about to start in the conference hall. This being what the desk clerk only now informed me as I stepped into the lobby. I do adore how she can devastate my day with the fewest words possible. Frankly, I think she is evil. Our conference hall is located on the ninth floor. That’s quite a number of stairs to climb if you ever checked, it is a titan whose breath lashes the ground till it quivers—impossible to defeat in mere minutes.

Instead I stagger past the staircase entrance, and confront two belligerent sliding doors. They do not shield a sophisticated twenty-first-century elevator with pleasant glass walls and a spacious interior. No—instead we have this godforsaken contraption, built back when neanderthals ruled the Earth. Inside is murky and its dense metal walls guise an indestructible cage. Not the floor though, stepping on that feels like stepping onto foil. I’ve used this archaic menace before, only once, but promising myself to never use it again.

Everyone is at the meeting by now. I should hurry—time to break a promise. The elevator clamps latch on and mechanical motors lug both doors apart. I enter in, press knob number nine, and without any hesitation, I'm locked inside. The little circular indicator above the doors says two. Then three, hmm, still three. It should have moved to the next floor by now.

Okay, the number four circle graciously starts glowing. Whew; well that had me biting my lips—anymore, they’d bleed—the perilous fate of watching horror movies as a kid. Though a faint sound was seeping into the cabin, one floor down. I did not take it on; I didn’t want to. It is becoming louder now. I’m sure it is nothing worth bothering about.

I couldn’t be more wrong. The elevator just began to shudder. It appears to be scraping against the shaft walls. An electrical surge causes the lights to become extra bright. Suddenly, everything stops; the elevator completely shuts down; there’s deafening silence. Finally all lights inside switch off to complete the effect.

My hands stretched right in front of my face are indistinguishable from the surrounding darkness. That is how dark it is inside here. Nevertheless, I'm withholding deliberations to panic. It is early in the day, so there is time to wrestle out of this nightmare.

If memory serves me, there should be a telephone panel somewhere inside the elevator—it’s specifically used for calling building security or administration in the case of emergencies. Well, at least that is what I saw on television. I don't think I can find it in the dark, though.

Oh, my cell phone—what’s the chance I can get a signal. The cell phone does not seem to be turning on. I believe it was fully charged last night. The battery couldn’t have been used up already. I press the button at the top again. No