Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

They knew not how, not
quite when - the fleeing heiress
had fled once again.

Haha, thanks Al! How are you? Did you take the opportunity to buy some new boots? ;)

LOL! It's a lovely Summer's day actually in Australia - 27 degrees Celsius. Early afternoon here and I'm just back from a morning surfing at the beach. So, all great here thanks.

Sorry to hear you aren't smiling. Sit down and write something for us all - you have a big fan base here who love your writing style. Guaranteed to bring your smile back :)

Al, hello! Did you just try to google chat? As I was moving my mouse to your green dot, it went grey. (I was reading your dream - as always, fascinating.)

And I almost forgot! How's the shoulder?

& now I'm off to bed! Good night Al & Ryan.

The jailer was slouched
at his desk, stone drunk, while the
heiress got away.

The radio whined,
and Jud Strunk sang, “I’ll give you
a daisy a day.”

Fantastic, M! You are too clever.

Rivers run still, four
winds blown away. Jailer sits,
and drinks in dismay.

Yes, he is, isn't he?! And, Ryan, you are nothing short of being too clever too. That made me LoL!


He drank the river
that jailer to the good gods,
but burst his bladder.

If he'd not been drunk
they'd have only been flooded
without feeling sadder.

What could be more sad--
what sadder?--than to get drunk
and burst one’s bladder

while a convict gets
free? He grew paler, this soon-
to-be-fired jailer.

Wet-pants wasn't bribed
with cash. When he named his price,
she paid in a flash.

The judge was dozing
when the phone on the bureau
jolted him awake.

“What?” he mumbled, then
nearly choked on his cigar
when told of the break.

A talent very
hard to beat. A Judge who smokes
cigars in his sleep!

A man of many
talents, he kept the scales of
justice in balance.

In a land of sin
abounding, noble hearts keep
the beat of Justice.

Thus he paid out the
wages of sin, and put law-
breakers in cages.

It was hard on his
nerves. Smoking in his sleep was
hard on his pocket,

hard on his health, and
made him hard on defendants
lined up on his docket.

Haha, I bow my head to a true master :)

In the search for truth,
one should never mistake a
courtroom for justice.

Speaking of hard to keep up, Ryan! HC these are delightful and oh so very, very clever.


She went to seek truth
But found herself distracted
By those bound for hell.

Her mind spun pell-mell
When men were executed
calling her name 'Ruth!"

Outstanding, Guy! And thank you for the compliment :)

TY, Ryan. And I laughed when you bowed your head to M, because I have been compelled by his mastery to do the same thing.

As you can see, these things sometimes take on a life of their own and just won't let your imagination go. Great fun!

When I read Ryan’s #2957, I sat there laughing helplessly, until my wife asked me what was so funny.

Clamped to Old Sparky,
they met their demise--with a
long shock, were dead,

with a lacy bra
over their eyes and an old
lampshade on their head.

Feeling light-headed,
the straight-laced pupil struggled
to remove her bra.

That was funny, Ryan. And now for something very obscure!


With just two classes,
The straight A student's lace bra
Didn't need to stretch.

?

Double A.

LoL! Hello Al, great start! You'll always be an A in my eyes! LoL. Okay, rephrase, Al, you'll always be at least a double A!

What the...?
LOL! You guys!

Were you now, you sneaky girl! About whaaat?

You are so sweet! It's suspicious...

Lol... I don't want to know. ;) <3

Yeees?? Do you want me to visit you or sometink???

Her math teacher--the
oddest--stared at her blouse. She
tried to be modest.

She blushed, “I’m only
Size A”--brightly adding, “as
in neighbor and weigh.”

The sisters’ game had
no known cure. “Do you vant,” she
asked, “To play Blackmoor?”

Their parents, hearing
upstairs pounding, suspected
strangeness abounding.

LoL! So funny, M!

Thank you, Guy! I wrote it while I was ironing, and ran out of steam at the end.

Ooh, that's fun! I was up until the same time watching NCIS; LA ;D

@2990 LoL! '... as / in neighbour and weigh' was soooooo clever!

@2992 RotFL! Such a flat delivery - perfect! And M, I find I know I'm old when the games being played I've never even heard of!

Thank you, Guy!

A squared or D, does
not matter to me. It's all
algebra, you see.

At volumetrics,
Yvonne can be a handful
in more ways than one.

Elementary
Dear Watson, it is the curve
that holds the answer.

Only Lord Byron
has the nerve to calculate
such a woman’s curve.

LoL! And, M, your Haiku passed a thread M-ilestone: 3001st! Amazing.

Oh, my! We’ve passed the 3,000 mark.

On behalf of my muse, who is shy, thank you!

Thank you Alex. Good morning.


The curves of space-time
Bring to men a universe
Of endless delight.

Ryan wrote: "A squared or D, does
not matter to me. It's all
algebra, you see."

That is excellent, Ryan! A great play on meaning — loved it!

These are great XD

Thank you, Kat! You’re welcome to mine, Alex.

Thank you, Guy, Al & Kat!

Guy and M - you are both so clever, I laugh every time I read through these.

Al, I apologize for my ignorance but I have no idea what P&E is! If it is a blog or similar that you are associated with, you are more than welcome to use anything you like of mine.

Guy wrote: "Thank you Alex. Good morning.


The curves of space-time
Bring to men a universe
Of endless delight."

I love this one, Guy! One of my favorites.