Tuesday Scribes– An American Sentence is a Pretty Short Story

A short story, written for this week’s prompt at Tuesday Scribes.



We came back to town after the storm, but all we found was Mama’s couch.

Photo courtesy of “Tuesday Scribes”

The challenge is to write a short story.
It can be as short as you like but no longer than 200-words.

Mine’s 17 syllables

Tuesday Scribes – Mr. Pomeroy Visits the Doctor

A short story, written for this week’s prompt at Tuesday Scribes.



“Mr. Pomeroy, I’d like to do some word association experiments with you. Is that OK?”
“Sure, Doc. How’s it work?”
“I’ll say a word and you tell me the first thing that pops into your mind. Kind of like, I may say inside and you might reply with outside. Got it?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
“OK, Fast”
“Uhm, Zippy”
“Unnatural”
“Zippy”
“Decisive”
“I have to say, Zippy”
“Groovy”
“That’s easy – Zippy”

“I’m not sure that you understand what we’re trying to do here, Mr. Pomeroy. Let’s change tack, shall we?”
“OK, sure.”
“I’m going to show you some pictures and you tell me what you see. Here’s the first one.”


“Well, if you turned it ninety degrees, clockwise it would look like a naked lady, playing golf.”
“And, this one?”


“It looks just like the bug crawling out of your shirt pocket.”


The challenge is to write a short story.
It can be as short as you like but no longer than 200-words.

Tuesday Scribes – A Peaceful Passing on the Four Thirty-Three

A 44-word short story, written for this week’s prompt at Tuesday Scribes.



Sam stood on the platform watching the train gather speed and pull away. The spark of life was gone now, yet; he felt young and invigorated. Samuel scanned the station, looking for the light. He was supposed to see a white light, wasn’t he?


The challenge is to write a short story.
It can be as short as you like but no longer than 200-words.

Tuesday Scribes – “Britney”

Monologue for this week’s prompt at Tuesday Scribes.


Rainin’ again, ‘s always rainin’
Nowhere particular to go
A caff on the corner there,
Might be nice
Don’t have the scratch though
Nor for “Britney” nor fer fags, neither
Even the dog ends are damp, not fit for nuthin’
‘Oughta find Old Bill
Confess to somethin’
Least I could get dry
Might even get a bite


The Challenge – Internal Monologue

Tuesday Scribes – Yeah, ‘Cept

Dialogue for this week’s prompt at Tuesday Scribes.


“Look, it’s easy. You just pucker up and blow. Ta-da!  Bubbles appear.”

“Umm?”

“And, if you want you can pop ‘em with your finger, like this see.”

“Umm, yeah ‘cept.”

“‘Cept what, man? It’s fun. Don’tcha wanna play?”

“Yeah ‘cept, I just peed.”

“Here? Aww man really? I guess that can happen. It’s no sweat, brother. Just roll back into the fountain; pretend you fell in. You’ll get all wet and no one will notice you peed.”

“Still share your wand with me? Still let me play?”

“’Course I will.”


The Challenge – Write a Dialogue Only Story

Tuesday Scribes – Gone;

A 150-Word Story for this week’s prompt at Tuesday Scribes.


Gone; the brace that she had worn as a child. Gone; the articulated, iron bars, the heavy brown shoe, and the leather straps that she’d kept fixed to her leg for all those years.  Gone; the need for her to endure the cruel barbs and taunts hurled by classmates as she struggled up and down the passageways at school.

Gone also was she. Gone, from the small Midwestern town that had made her tough and had hardened her resolve.

To the casual observer she looked normal now, but there were still tells. There were still things to discern. Things such as the faint ticking of the clockwork, a sound she used to lull herself to sleep at night and the whir of the stretched round leather belts that controlled her thoughts.

She hadn’t been able to travel by plane or visit an inner city high school for a long time.


 

Tuesday Scribes – Three Days of Nothing But Fun and Music

A Six Sentence Story for this week’s prompt at Tuesday Scribes.


Danni went to Woodstock.
“Far out, man,” she said aloud to herself when she spotted the crowds milling in the mud below.
Telling her to stay away from the brown acid was like dangling a carrot.
You might as well have said, “do not press ‘this’ button” when you sit said button down in front of her.
Three days later, she remembered nothing except the clock.
She would always have the clock.


 

Tuesday Scribes – In Marlow

A Haibun for this week’s prompt at Tuesday Scribes.


“It’s a lovely little town, these days, but it wasn’t always so. They used to have a haunting problem. Every night, at about midnight, the High Street would fill with phantoms and spirits. They’d overrun the town till dawn, wreaking havoc, causing mayhem. Residents stayed inside, doors locked, sashes shut tight, curtains drawn. Few were brave enough to venture outdoors and those that did – usually didn’t return.

“The population dwindled till there was more spectres out at night than was good folk during the day. The village, like to’ve died. It’s coming back these days.”

There’s a churchyard that’s
by the bridge, o’er the river.
The gate’s kept locked now.


Tuesday Scribes – Mercier and the Mysterious Case of Wilberforce

A mini saga (50 words) for this week’s prompt at Tuesday Scribes.


Mercier kneeled, surveying the scene.

Presently… “It’s clear what’s happened, Addington,” he addressed his assistant.

“Obviously, Wilberforce was perched on the wall, enjoying a cuppa and reading the Times. He angered the wrong fire god.” Rising to his feet and with a flourish of his cape Mercier added, “And exploded.”