Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

Once upon a time there was a lad who read bestsellers like The Fool’s Guide to the Multiverse, The Evolution of Unbelievably Common Ancestors and How To Buy and Sell Dark Matter.

Our lad had many friends. He taught them everything he learned from his extensive reading. They said, “Wow!” In turn they taught all of it to everyone they knew.

The lad and his friends lived happily ever after until they dumped a tad too much dark matter on the commodity exchange generating an enhanced gravitational force that collapsed the exchange into an unstable stellar object which exploded leaving a nasty black hole all of which is detailed in the lad’s new bestseller How NOT To Dump Dark Matter on a Commodity Exchange.

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Denise offers the prompt word “force” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Once upon a time I listened to the yadda, yadda, yadda of a spell echo round the cylindrical walls of a black cauldron filled with a smelly, syrupy soup concocted to fix whatever it was the witch doctor stirring the pot said was wrong with me. Doc ladled some of the syrup into a cup and gave it to me forcing me to wrap my fingers around the cup’s ornate handle featuring a smiling serpent with a wicked forked tongue sticking out.

Now, what would you have done? Would you politely drink whatever was in the cup or would you dump it all out?

I often just drink it, but this time I poured it out when doc wasn’t looking. An ugly monster rose from the dirt floor and grew to immense proportions before its head exploded – and I was glad it didn’t do that in my stomach – leaving me happily ever after to tell the tale.

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Denise offers the prompt word “echo” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.