Always watch where you are going. But the paparazzi never let up, do they? My cool shades are a must, even in dark stairwells. There was an exit sign, right? Glowing red? So pedestrian. Continue reading
The twins weren’t deaf. Continue reading
The blonde was Princess and liked pink. She was the only pilot in the Space Rangers with a pink suit and helmet. Rank had privileges.
She furrowed her brow and ripped off her helmet. How dare those space zombies shoot at her X-wing fighter! She’d teach them. She didn’t wear pink jack boots for nothing! Continue reading
A manic clown approached with a whip cream pie. Monsters swarmed out of the murk. The clown cackled loudly. Continue reading
The store was packed like a tub of multicolored blocks. An oily, cheerful voice boomed: “Snowmageddon! Fire sale! Buy now!”
Walso felt uncomfortable in his ubertight snowsuit. Only yesterday they’d had the global warming celebration. Continue reading
“No! I am the King!” Anger pulsed in his neck. He reached for his eleven-foot long sword.
The hag cackled, like grinding stones. “Gyrpe is too late. What’s done cannot be undone.” Continue reading
“So this is the place. We see plenty of native wildlife from this vantage. You’re lucky. Nice weather,” said the tour guide.
“Jolly good!” said the professor. Continue reading
If it were between a root canal and airlines, Ariana voted for dentists. Instead she watched the carousel. The suitcase lay open on the conveyor belt. Her intimate possessions exposed.
The drooling biggest loser had been disturbing. The plane odors gagged. The life story of the mid-life crisis drilled into a migraine. She shuddered. Would he be here? Offer help? Her heart hammered, her breathing faster.
She scooped the remains up. Airline gorillas had shattered the latch. Flight delayed, she was hungry, tired and frustrated. Ariana sniffled. She tried not to cry.
Someone grabbed her from behind, kissed her. Jack.
(100 word flash – Challenge)
The croissants never turned out light and fluffy. The chef despaired at their waxy, plastic texture. Nobody ate them.
His life goal turned brick. The Food Network was fantastic, distant. He plunked in a playful pit of gloom. Perhaps if he learned how to use this frying pan. Continue reading
For our class trip our brilliant adviser Mr. Bailey decided it would be fun to go camping. We looked around at one another, everyone had that laid-back whatever-dude look on their faces. Camping? Seriously?
He had to be joking. Only Continue reading