Zebra

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Zebra

What’s black and white and red all over?
That’s right: me.

Note to self. Do not fall asleep where little sister can get to you.
Further note to self. Two words: permanent marker.
Correction, make that three words: permanent, marker, and revenge.

 

This is my last post for the A-Z Challenge! Hope everyone has had a great April. I really need to go visit other blogs now. Already got to read some fun stuff.

Happy May (almost!)

Who Came Up With This?

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Who Came Up With This?

Way back so long ago people hadn’t invented calendars yet, two brothers came up with this great idea: we will fight each other, and people will pay us money to watch us.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t seem to agree on who came up with the idea first.

“Me!”

“No, me!”

Punches were thrown. Hair may or may not have been pulled (depending on who you “believe.”) Their fight attracted so much attention that they called it an exhibition match and sold tickets to the next one for one big gray stone each.

Thus was boxing invented.

This is my weekly submission for Friday Fictioneers, where each week we write 100-word stories in response to the prompt given to us by author and talent manager Rochelle. For more stories or to add your own, click the froggy! (Just don’t punch him too hard – he’s sensitive.)

Author’s Note: No one have ever been able to convincingly explain to me how beating up people (not oops did my hockey stick accidentally hit you – but literally knocking people unconscious on purpose) is an actual sport.  I have theories.

Love You Less

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Love You Less

I arrive home early from work to find candles burning, romantic music, rose petals strewn across our hardwood floor.

What? You were never this romantic.

The sounds draw me to our bedroom, to you half-dressed with my best friend.

“Loves me not, I guess.”

You look up from kisses, drowsy with love. “Honey? You’re early. Um. I can explain.”

“Great. Now you can’t be mad at me for hitting your car.”

“What? When?” You start to get up. Now, you’re worried.  You and that car.

“In about thirty seconds.” I wave and go. You were never that smart, either.

This is my weekly story for Friday Fictioneers, where ever week author Rochelle Wisoff-Fields gives us the prompt and we write 100 word stories to match. For more stories and to add your own, click the froggy!

The Love Boats

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The Love Boats

When we first met, it was love at first sight. You were well-built and strong, sturdy steel sides carving a path through water. My gleaming white surfaces glistened in the sun as I glided past.

We said we’d go slow. No promises. No regrets.

But then, something happened, something neither of us expected. And now, there’s a jet ski in my hull. I think it’s yours.

I wait for your response, fingers clasped on my radio.

Static. Held breath. Then, “You are so weird. Call me later, and I’ll pick it up when I’m in port.”

….

This is my weekly submission for Friday Fictioneers. Our captain for this voyage is the ever-vigilant Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. For more stories or to add your own, click the froggy!

They Came  From the Trees

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They Came From the Trees!

When the alien invasion happened,  it took a long time. Really long. Thousands of years long. By the time human beings noticed something strange, it took several more years for scientists to figure out that the sentient clouds weren’t just pollen or some new bio weapon. They were aliens, and they came in peace.

That’s okay though. In humanity’s defense, it took the aliens thousands of years to figure that trees weren’t actually sentient. They should have been talking to those hairless mammals the whole time.

Everyone makes mistakes.

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When I first saw this image on my phone screen, I thought it was some kind of weird alien tree. By the time I figured out it was an amusement park ride, it was too late. This story idea was born. Everyone makes mistakes, including me, I guess. Not sure if anyone else will find this story as funny as it is in my head. You never know with these things.

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Cracked

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Cracked

They have the picture perfect life on the surface, all smiles and sweetness.

Then one day, the peace is shattered by footsteps, a tentative tapping on a door. Something cracks. A distant door opens. The homeowners slowly, carefully make their way over. You never know who to trust at times like these.

“Who are you?” one asks.

“My car broke down. I was wondering-”

“Come inside. I’ve got you.”

Into this perfect world, beneath its surface, the visitor disappears, never to be seen again.

“I love it when they come to us, mommy.”

“Yes, honey. Me too. Now eat up.”

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Re-entering the Friday Fictioneers fray after a long absence. For more stories, click the blue frog!

Friday Fictioneers: Egg Game

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The Egg Game

Which came first? As a young child, Doug had this talent for obsessing over such questions. Once, he spent an entire month pestering his parents about spiders and insects and why we need them

His latest obsession was the question: which came first the chicken or the egg.

Finally, his mother announced that they were going to play a game called the egg game, wherein he would climb into this cardboard “egg” for “scientific purposes.”

Finally, some peace and quiet. And now, Doug knew the truth. Obviously, the chicken came first because moms always come first.