It’s those little things that don’t matter until they do.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
One-Liner Wednesday – Until
Tag: humor
Endless Whining
Endless whining - what a bore, Unforgiven - evermore, Not one whit better than before, Grumbling, grumbling - such a chore.
Linked to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. The challenge this week is to use some form of the word “endless” and exactly 18 words.
Bend – A Six Sentence Story
We didn’t care that Jim was short on brains. We all liked him.
However, a few weeks ago he must have taken the wrong turn at a bend in some alley. He stopped clubbing and fooling around with us when we chased stuff that didn’t want to be chased. He even refused to help us tip dumpsters.
We couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him, but we all knew he was a certified idiot when he finally told us that he had smartened up.
Linked to the Six Sentence Story challenge at GirlieOnTheEdge where Denise offers the prompt word “bend”.
One-Liner Wednesday – Words
Sometimes I don’t know what I’m talking about which is why I use more words than necessary and sometimes it’s just to pound the idea in over and over and over again until you forget that it never did make any sense.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
First Flight
The interviewer wanted to know whether Bird was scared when he jumped out of the nest for the first time.
Bird said, “Technically I didn’t ‘jump’. I flew. My wings moved. Soon the nest was far below me. I don’t know how it happened. It’s not like jumping. There’s a difference.”
The interviewer wondered, “Really? What’s the difference?”
He clarified, “You see, any monkey can jump out of a nest. You know as well as I do what will happen. I’m not going to go there. But birds, well – how do I put this? We don’t jump. We fly.”
Linked to Carrot Ranch August 13 Flash Fiction Challenge where Charli Mills offers the theme of “first flight” for these 99-word stories.
Zany – A Six Sentence Story
It was a mistake telling George about those aliens who wanted me to hop on board their flying saucer for some zany experiments.
George explained to me that my aliens either were delusions or they were demons monkeying with me and he didn’t care which I picked as long as I didn’t believe there were actual aliens out there since any rational person knows they couldn’t exist and they wouldn’t exist if they wanted to.
He’s usually right, and so I picked the demonic monkeys.
That’s when a flying saucer popped in front of us and a squeaky voiced alien asked George if he would like to hop in for some nice experiments.
I gave them both an all-knowing smile.
As George hopped in he told me I would have to gaslight myself until he got back.
Linked to GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Stories with the prompt word “zany”.
One-Liner Wednesday: Realization
That’s when I realized if I don’t try it one more time I’d never know if the tenth time wasn’t the charm.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Seagulls
Attracted by the morning sun And by the people who Toss wondrous crumbs into the sky That every bird with brains must try. What else is there to do?
Around the Block
We go in different directions down the imperturbable street like Joe and Jim after their argument. Joe pounded the imperturbable shooing away crows. Jim crumbled bread tossing it to them.
At the end of the block they both headed north: Joe weighing dark thoughts, Jim littering the imperturbable with crumbs. At the end of those blocks they witlessly turned back toward each other.
They bumped into each other outside Jerry’s secret laboratory. Jerry was assembling, with his usual dexterity, a “Teach Em All A Lesson” bomb (details in Chapter 32). As Joe saw Jim, Jerry clicked the final chip into place and rubble buried the street. Joe’s last words were “You again!” Jim was wondering if he had more bread. Those investigating the scene figured Jerry didn’t have enough time to even say “oops”.
No crow with a brain in its head was injured.
Linked to dVerse Prosery where Merril is hosting with a line from Gwendolyn Brooks “We go in different directions down the imperturbable street” from An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire.
The Arroyo
A cow is screaming across the arroyo. Looking up I pay attention to what’s around me. I notice the multicolored, fat fish in the arroyo which turns into a pond and then into a wishing well under the skylights of some mall. I photograph them with my phone to prove all this really happened.
The only coin I have in my pocket is a new penny. Perhaps they won’t mind. I toss it into the well so it can sparkle with the others like stars on the ocean floor.
Resuming my walk I wonder, as I likely should be wondering about everything, What was that all about? I decide to write a to-do list for my next walk just in case.
Linked to dVerse Prosery. Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting with the sentence “A cow is screaming across the arroyo”. It comes from Jim Harrison’s poem “Cow” which appeared in Dead Man’s Float.
