Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

Guy, all of you are amazing. Reiteration is necessary, if I have written something good, it is because this group has the tendency to draw it out from people :)

M, it is always a challenge to write something after your haiku, can you spare some of your brilliance to me? :)

Good morning from the Philippines. I'll try to write something in a while.

Good morning, Leslie! It’s an overcast late afternoon here among the skyscraping pines of East Texas.

A raging storm of
thoughts in her head as she walked
in half-hurried steps.

The staggering down-
pour clouded his keen vision.
His doubts engulfed him.

M, it's like a weather report, nice :)

A pot-bellied coot
with a rank cigar stood in
the doorway and spat.

He grunted, glanced back
at the bar, then grinned, “I’m a
creation of Kat.”

hahaha.. ;)

hahaha

"You're no movie star!"
She yelled but fear laced her voice.
She scampered away.

Some women said he
looked like Paul--Newman, that is.
His eyes were like that.

But he wasn’t quite
as tall, and looked like he’d been
blown up in combat.

In reality,
when he was younger, he looked
like Woody of Toy Story.

'And what could Woody
do to woo all he wants to,'
he thought, ruefully

In the third person.
'I had the gear girls hold dear,
but my game boy's done.'

Leslie, M, I stand and cry 'Bravissimo!'

hahaha wait, adrenaline's waning..

Good job guys! Hilarious, M, 'creation of Kat.' Haha :D

* This is lame lol

There’s nothing left for
old Woody to do except
drink his ale and hit

the sack. No wonder
his belly got big yet his
arms are like matchsticks.

Not lame!


He would reminisce
of his old friends; Buzz, Jesse,
all withered and gone.

All the memories
swept under the rug. The past
could not pay his bills.

C’est la vie, he told
himself. Melancholy filled
in as the sun sets.

He pulled the cork on
an earthen jug, tipped it up,
took a mighty slug.

Out of the bottle
came a genie, young, blonde, in
a pink bikini.

The way she batted
her long lashes and hefted
her firm Double D’s

nearly reduced poor
Woody to ashes, and all
he could do was wheeze.

Hahahaha M, I'm trying to get some sleep! :-)

I love the blonde and in pink bikini lol

LoL!

Thanks, Leslie and Guy! There’s not much sleep in the W.S.S.

Hahaha I need to rest, just wake me up before the ship sinks :)

Wait. Who said anything about the ship sinking? Did the mice chew another whole in the bilge? M, why did you let them down into the hull after last time?



"Your wish is my com-
mand." She bowed low, showing off
her large, round knockers.

I don’t know what the mice are up to. I need to find an informant.


Though the genie was
ready to play, Woody had
fainted dead away.

Oopps, sorry, the pink bikini corrupted my brain last night. I meant, if ever the ship would sink, wake me up because I'm planning to rest that long :D

Are the mice still on board?

I'll come up with something in a while. Good morning from here :)

She waved smelling salts
under his nose, but he smelled
worse than all of those.

'Oh, crap!' She huffed and
puffed like a big bad wolf. She's
just an apprentice.

Can I have an apprentice?

hahahaha, do you want a blonde, who wears a pink polka dot bikini? :)

You read my mind.

You have plenty of mice, M. None of those qualify? :D

I'm not sure if I should feel embarrassed asking that lol

She stalked out of the
room to search for another
master who's younger

than her grandfather.
She saw M at the corner,
doing the laundry.

:)

?!

scratching my head.. ?!

I have a feeling M is about to get a lesson in being careful what he wishes for.

Hmmm, so tempting...lol

M barely noticed
her as he was busy with
chores but her tena-

city knew no bounds.
She fixed her bikini and
tied her hair in place.



* I promise not to do this again XD

The washing machine
was on final spin when M
glanced up at the door.

A five-foot-nine blonde
bombshell walked in, wearing high
heels and not much more.

The few patrons could
only stare, slack jawed, as if
they were seeing ghosts.

A thin, prim woman
in a folding chair dropped her
issue of Guideposts.

M! hahaha

Thank you, Leslie! I’m doing my best to be ashamed of myself.

You asked for it and I must say, you're doing an extremely good job hahaha

Thank you for providing an excellent morning entertainment :)

and for waking me up lol I feel sluggish today :)

I’m usually that way at the beginning of the week, after a weekend of socializing has drained my batteries. I’m extremely introverted. Online, though, I turn into an extrovert!

Time for me to sign off. It’s late here. Goodnight, pirates! Don’t leave the tavern in such a mess that the new crew members will have to spend all morning cleaning it up. And who took my bottle of Grand Marnier?

Good night, M. Hope you won't dream of the blonde in a pink polka dot bikini :D

I didn't take any bottle. I haven't touched anything yet since I got on board.

'Look who's here', said the
prim woman, wondering how
the genie got out

of the bottle while
M stood frozen, still dazed with
the ravishing sight.

Hi Captain. I hope you don't mind a peasant on board :)

RotFL! HC, these are delightful.

*


M's mind stuttered for
words -- buh-buh-buh-bikini
buh-buh-blonde, buh-boo--

Her lips connecting
with his eliminated
the need for a thought.

Blonde bombshells are always taking advantage of me. What is a shy, bookish man to do?

These are great, Leslie, Kat, and F! F, you have the rhyming form down perfectly.

Lol, M. Nice Kat and F :)

Pot-bellied Woody
burst through the door and shouted,
'This is the sheriff!'

The blonde bombshell pranced
away from M. The washer
stopped; end of the show.

*energy down to the last bar :)

Very nice, Leslie, and good morning! I’ve nearly finished my first cup of coffee.

Thanks, M. Good morning and good evening to the captain, the pirates, the mice and the blonde bombshell :)

I want to write a story for the weekly contest but I'm still trying to summon my head to cooperate.

As though her lips had
cast a spell, M could only
stare, mute and confused.

He didn’t know, nor
in the least care, how many
quarters were unused.

The clothes lay in the
washer, wet. He felt as though
he’d imbibed a drug.

How easy life was
to forget! All that mattered
was an earthen jug.

Life for him was a
cruel joke. He wanted things
he could never have.