One of my friends from Facebook posted a challenge on her wall. Make a story out of this prompt: “The stone man and the fungi went to the beach.” Below is the picture she posted to give us inspiration. I took the first half of the sentence and did a story with it. 6 words instead of 3, but that’s okay! This one is for you Melissa. Read the rest of this entry
(Lunar, Schnitzel, Monogamous)
Ladies and Gentlemen, please bring your attention to the left side of the rover.” The tour guide pointed. “Right there, see it? That folks, is a Schnit, oh how fortuitous to find one!” She pointed to a smallish thing like a tube worm only with legs. “They are a monogamous creature, as far as we can tell they are indigenous to our own moon. On all the planets we’ve landed on and explored so far, the Schnits have never been seen anywhere but here; they are quite rare.” Read the rest of this entry
(Ferric, Limburger, Punkydoodle)
“Borden Animal Hospital, this is Tina. Can I help you?”
“Can I talk to Dr. Borden?”
“He’s with a patient at the moment, is there something that I can help you with?”
“Well my Punky has gas again…don‘t you Punky doo, don‘t you?”
“Ah, Mrs. Archer?”
“Yes, yes that’s me.”
“I thought so, how are you?”
“Well I’m fine dear, but I was hoping I could talk to the doctor or maybe I should just bring Punky in.”
“Oh now Mrs. Archer, you know I’ll just bet I can get him to come and talk to you. Hold on now I’ll be right back.” Read the rest of this entry
(Grape, Elephant, Lunar)
There once was an elephant named Boomer.
It was early but he wanted to eat sooner.
Among other such junk
He sucked a grape up his trunk
Then he sneezed and the orb is now lunar.
What do you know, another elephant poem. There seems to be a pattern emerging here…
As published in “The Valdosta Magazine,” Winter 2010.
The Christmas Box by Monique Nagel
Early on Christmas morning my family gathered around the tree my stepfather had cut down, decorated with ornaments that we kids had used our entire lives. Our home was decorated with popcorn garlands, lights, construction paper chains, and cards everywhere. The entire Holiday Season was spent with Jingle Bells frolicking on the radio and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer flying across the television. We played UNO at the kitchen table and laughed until we cried. My mother and stepfather were the glue that held this happy whirlwind together. Read the rest of this entry
(Limp, Dandy, Treasure)
(Napkin, Tonsils, Watermelon)
It was the day before Thanksgiving and the turkey rolled out of the oven. Juice splashed everywhere but Mary caught the frisky bird and got it back into the pan.
“Turkey not done yet Mama?” Daddy called from his recliner.
“Very funny!” She hollered back, and then a few minutes later, “Okay, wash up for dinner and then everyone into the kitchen to say grace!” Mary walked through the living room, shaking Daddy’s big toe and went through the bedrooms in the back. “Kathy, you and your fella come on out here and eat.” As 16-yr old Kathy followed her boyfriend out of the bedroom Mary whispered in her ear. “He’s a cutie!”
Kathy blushed and walked away, hand over her eyes. “Mo-om!” Read the rest of this entry
Bojangles, Vineyard, Jackalope
Carl and Martha Dubois were sitting on the porch one summer morning. Eighty year old Martha was doing a crossword puzzle from the paper, eighty-one year old Carl was reading the sports section.
“Carl.” She had a distinct northern accent, and sounded a lot like Katharine Hepburn in “On Golden Pond.”
“Hmm?” He absently waved at a fly. Read the rest of this entry
Persnickety, Tribal, Melancholic
The characters in this story are fictional, as are the portrayals of any people, groups or chiefs. This is only a parody and no offense is intended or should be taken.
The elders sat around the fire, each of them squirming uncomfortably. The Chief had served dinner to the council earlier; it consisted mainly of meat and a starchy root sauce. It was winter and there weren’t a lot of plants around for them to eat; no fruits or berries for fiber. While it did smell wonderful (hence the large turnout for tonight’s meeting) it did tend to leave a fellow a little… bound up so to speak. Read the rest of this entry
Antidisestablishmentarianism, hemorrhage, phlebotomy
Bam! Whizzle whizz splat! Keen heard the noises and saw the great machine shake and shudder. Broken pieces came out on the conveyor belt. He scooped them all up and threw them into the recycle bin. Unfinished pieces could be tossed out, but completed works would have to be kept whether they made sense or not. Keen had to do something, tell someone fast! He ran to the telephone to call maintenance. Read the rest of this entry