Frank Hubeny

Six Sentence Story: Adam and Evie, First Date

When Evie and her best friend Lilith started Poof, International it was Evie’s secret apple delight recipe, inherited from her great grandmother, combined with Lilith’s secret poof formula, inherited from some distant ancestor she no longer needed to remember, that put the company on a firm enough footing to attract investor interest.

Even though they were now both gazillionaires they remained graduate students at the University of Noital so they could find their Mr. Rights, or at least Evie was looking for Mr. Right, while Lilith would have been content with a boatload of Mr. Wrongs whom she could vanish when a fresh boat docked.

While wandering through the cafeteria they noticed Adam sitting across from some guy who looked like he didn’t know he was a guy, but then they realized to their horror that this was that very Adam, that notorious, deceitful, no-good, anti-poof terrorist, who was eating from a sack lunch containing a disgusting, greasy burger with wimpy fries. Evie grabbed a plate load of poof with the intent of making the terrorist eat it all in front of her while Lilith vanished the other guy since, whatever it was, it was getting in the way of Evie having a private moment with Adam.

When Evie returned after watching Adam abruptly leave the cafeteria Lilith asked, How did your first date go? – knowing full well how it went.

Evie was nearly in tears as she said, while Lilith cooed in sympathy walking her back to their waiting limousine, I gave him the poof and told him to eat it and he refused and so I told him we were finished – THROUGH – and he said that we were NEVER together – that this was the FIRST time we ever spoke a word to each other – which was ridiculous (and Lilith agreed) – and then he lectured me (and Lilith said, “How dare he!”) and then he had the nerve to just get up and leave (and Lilith said, “Men!”) as if I – I – were the one making a scene (and Lilith said, “Poor baby!”).

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Denise offers the prompt word “sack” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Cosmic Photo Challenge: Summer Fun

Dale offers the prompt “summer fun” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.

The first two are photos of flowers from the past enjoying the sun.

The last photo is a view of Lake Wylie, from the North Carolina side.

Matthew 7:1

Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday.

*Badge by Laura @ riddlefromthemiddle.com*

Six Sentence Story: Who Are YOU, Really?

While Adam ate his burger and fries, John, a graduate student at the University of Noital, sat across from him eating a double portion of Apple Poof Delight.

John said, You know, Adam, I identify as a woman.

Adam had been at Noital long enough not to peg his fellow students (nor his professors) with a level of intelligence greater than they were willing to display. Before lifting another spoonful of poof to his mouth, John pursued the topic he initiated by asking, So, Adam, who are YOU, really?

Adam knew he ought to come out of the closet and tell John the truth about who he really was, but he wondered if now was the right time. Then concluding that now was as good a time as any, Adam said – just after that last puddle of poof reached John’s stomach and just before John vanished – I identify as a son of God.

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

August Limericks

All of these limericks were originally posted to Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick during the month of August. Some I have slightly modified.

I’ve added two photos for those who prefer a picture to a thousand words of nonsense.

There once was a la-de-de-da
who wanted a good rhyme for “ah”
like how “much” rhymes with “touch”
like how “such” rhymes with “Dutch”
like how what rhymes with “ah” except “ha”?
Prompt Word “touch” August 4, 2025

Sandy beach and what the ocean waves brought in

The old clock is as still as a rock.
It’s now timelessly ticking each tock.
It still hangs on the wall
since it’s pretty and all,
but it’s not of much use as a clock.
Prompt Word: “rock” August 11, 2025 (modified)

Well, I just want to say I don’t trust
all the news that I hear, but I must
let the dust settle, too.
It’s the least I can do –
and the most – since I can’t control dust.
Prompt word: “just” August 18, 2025

The odd knowledge I once thought I had
is on sale and for cheap I might add.
I will sing a new song
and you may sing along.
That dumb knowledge is gone and I’m glad.
Prompt word: “sing” August 25, 2025

Cosmic Photo Challenge: Early One Morning

Dale offers the prompt “early one morning” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.

On Saturday morning I opened the door and asked myself: Just what photos should I take in this morning sun for the challenge?

The three below, all within 10 feet of the door, are what I found.

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Romans 6:23

Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday.

With thanks to Twisted Trunk Travels for posting this song on her blog

Six Sentence Story: Poof, The Controversy

Not everyone at the University of Noital ate Apple Poof Delight although given the sales data you’d think everyone owned a stake in the company. Regardless of the sales data, there was an array of conspiracy theorists and trouble makers who didn’t mind telling you – contrary to official denials – that poof was being dispersed surreptitiously by the government into the environment.

As counter measures to these rebels, researchers at the Noital Institute of Psycho Sociology applied for and were awarded grants to document the disastrous consequences of not accepting officially approved reality.

To counter fears that might be raised by the dissidents running their mouths – and they took every opportunity to do so – experiments were conducted at the prestigious Noital Medical Facility that were designed to confirm, beyond the shadow of decent doubt, that clear genetic damage could be done to one’s mental faculties if one did NOT eat – daily – a full serving from the poof food group.

To keep the conspiracy theorists from detecting much of anything, engineers from the Noital School of Science, Engineering and Advanced Nescience did their part to improve mechanisms to hide the trails left when packets of poof were dispersed to pollute the air, water and soil making sure everyone – including those pesky dissidents – got a healthy dose of it.

I asked one normally outspoken rebel who irrationally refused to ever – willingly – put poof in his mouth the clear and reasonable question – Why not? – but all he did was give me a look as if he thought the insanity of humanity had reached a level not seen before in human history little realizing that the sanity level had never been very high to begin with.

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