The Ancient Tome

“So you’ve cracked the case, eh?” Doctor Lily Plant asked her research assistant.

“It took some work, but I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised,” Susan “Sue” Lawyer replied.

The two moved their attention to an ancient text found in the tomb of a forgotten king of a forgotten kingdom.  The researchers tried n0t to focus on how an entire dynasty could be lost to time, and instead gaze upon the gorgeous calligraphy and art wrapped in hand tanned leather.

“What is it?” Dr. Plant asked.

“It appears to be knock knock jokes,” Lawyer explained.

“Nice,” Dr. Plant was very proud.

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Candles to Change Reality

 

“Our special candles promise to change your very reality,” the shop clerk explained.

Teri gave him a doubtful look, “change my reality?”

“Oh yes. Here. Pick a color,” the clerk prompted.

“Hunter green.”

“Consider it done. Take your mind to a clear place. Focus only on the sound of my voice and this very fine long neck lighter I am placing into your hand,” the clerk was confident, if a little ‘carnival side show.’  “Now, light your candle.

Teri flicked the lighter and ignited the wick.

“And boom!” The clerk said, “Now you own a candle! Your reality is changed.”

 

Tickets Optional

“This concert is going to be awesome!” Matt said.

“Concert!” The roomies echoed.  Their first major group event since moving in together was about to kick off in style.

“How are the shirts coming, Myk?” Matt asked.

Myk lifted an iron off a freshly pressed shirt. “Looking good. Should have all of them done in a moment.”

“Nice,” Maurice said.  He looked over his shirt.  “Who needs tickets when you have iron-on patches reading ‘Staff’?”

“Free concert!” The roomies shouted in unison.

“Do you guys really think this is going to work?” Matt questioned.

“Confidence!” The others chanted. “Confidence! Confidence!”

In the Weeds

“You know we live our lives according to other people’s schedules?  Boss. Neighbor. In-laws. Cars in traffic.  There’s no control.  No freedom.  That sound out there? That’s just using what little time we have available to meet the demands of someone else.  Demands that that other person has no idea they are making, but society dictates we match this pretty little suburban ideal of what we show each other,” Calder said from his recliner.

“You have to mow, Cal.” Camilla said.

“Only if I can put the anarchy symbol in the grass.”

“So long as it’s short and mosquito free.”

From the Archives: The Best Life of a Dragonfly

Family road trip time.  Long weekend, plenty of fun and road food! It’ll be great. And messy.

To kick off the weekend we’re going with a throw back 100 word story.

Have a great weekend!

 


Today, I inherit my birthright.  By name I am dragon, by spirit I am dragon, by body I am mere…bug. No more! I have found the flame and the fire is mine.  Beware wasp nests and mosquito hives! I shall burn your village and feast on your dead.  Knights will sing ballads of my legend.  Children will seek shelter at the mere mention of my name.

Today, I become dragon.  Fear my power!

Approach, lowly mortal, and know my wrath.  Wait, no! Not so close!  Flame protect me!

Flame?

Bamboozled! Tricks have fooled me.  Take flight, flee! Danger nears.

Dane Leaves a Review

“Click to review the app,” Dane read the pop-up that covered his screen, “Sure. Why not?”

He pressed the button and his cherished app was replaced with a screen featuring more survey questions than he knew what to do with.

“Well, this doesn’t look right,” he muttered.  He paid himself no attention though and began to review the app for the sake of a bonus character.

“You stand at a railway watching a trolley car.  On the track lay five people. You stand next to a switch,” Dane slapped the arm of the couch. “Dang trolley car problem is inescapable!”

Alie’s Big Discovery

Alie sat at a long table covered in a blue table cloth.  Beside her were scientists and professors all excited about her discovery.  In front of her, a bank of microphones from local and national news stations waited to catch her every word.  Lights were bright, the press pool was quiet.  It was Alie’s time to talk.

“Good afternoon,” the paleontologist started, “I’m Alie and I found a dinosaur.”

“Alie, what do you plan on calling the creature?” A reporter blurted out.

“I’m naming it after my car,” Alie replied.  “The creature, aged 130 millions years, will be called a Fordsaurus.”

 

Thanks for reading!