Everyday Preston would make food for himself. He would turn on the oven, and wait for it to pre-heat. Preston's oven would always sound an alarm once it was pre-heated, and then he would bake his food. One day Preston was in the bathroom and he did not hear his pre-heat alarm. So he sat on the couch waiting for the alarm. He waited, and waited... AND WAITED. He never heard the alarm, and he never ate. Preston the pre-heater will be sorely missed.
sometimes a piece of parchment loves words too much.. so when you go to write a tiny story.. it grows into a not tiny tiny story. and really, just because its gotten to big to fit in with other tiny stories.. and just because its not big enough to be short story... they still deserve a home for themselves. because everyone wants to feel like they fit in :)
so... if you've got a tiny story that ate a bit too many words.. please, contribute them here. they will not be alone.. they will be loved ^__^