Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

Like the blonde bombshell
who chose Woody, or a ro-
bot to do laundry.

As Woody lounged, watched
Columbo, and flicked candy
wrappers in the trash,

he bolted upright,
gasping, “Oh, no!” From behind
him had come a crash.

He scrambled from the
easy chair to behold what
mischief had been done.

Amid the fragments’
smoke, there stood a furious
muse named Alison.

LoL! F, M, Leslie! Great start to my day as I sip on my first cuppa from the office.

Post it anyway, F! I’ll follow it.

The bombshell's grey roots
revealed an experience
long used to milk old.

M, Alison is your character, right? I think I've read about her in the popcorn thread.

Good morning, Guy and Alex!

Leslie, yes, Alison is a character who is the personification of my muse (or whatever you would call the creative impulse). She isn’t what I would describe as even-tempered.

Alex, I’m wide awake. All the vacuum tubes in my brain have lit up.

In another group, I just posted, “French is like women. It seems beautiful until you get to know it.” I have a feeling I’m going to hear about that.

Yes, actually. Coffee has a tranquilizing effect on me. It has something to do with susceptibility to distraction.

Thank you, Alex. It’s a glass ingot.

It’s funny you mention that, F. Coffee and sour mash are two of my favorite things in the world. If I ever start mixing them, I’m ruined!

Why would anyone drink decaffeinated coffee? It would be like drinking a tequila-free margarita. What’s the point?

Odd how different bodies are. I can drink coffee and not feel the caffeine at all. I have no idea what people mean when they say 'coffee buzz' or 'caffeine messes with my heart'.
Of course, it has devastating effect on my body's pH balance, but that's another story.

Old No. 7 is one of my favorites!

The bombshell's wishy
washiness, drove Alison
to the wall. She picked
the guideposts from the floor to
look for an inspiring quote.

“Thou shalt not uncork
a genie, a she-devil
in a bikini.”

Lol the bombshell has too much exposure already :) I like it, M.

It's now my turn for a cup of coffee. Good morning pirates!

-the sluggish peasant :)

'Fine', Alison said.
She would not let the genie
cause pandemonium.

She clapped her hands, pul-
led out a sword, ran to the gen-
ie, shouting a word.

Bombshell disappeared
in a poof of smoke, appear-
ing the wood roof.

And that was the end
of the bombshell's forlorn tale,
M would not forget.

But there's more to
this story! M walked in and
saw Alison's glory!

Very nice, Kat and K! :)

Alison survived!
Behind her was a pile of
rubble. M could not
believe, he blinked more than twice.
She was worth all the trouble.

Meanwhile, back at the
Tumbleweed Ranch, rustlers chased
the lone heiress, Blanche--
Old Man Bates’ willful daughter.
By dusk, they hadn’t caught her.

Bate's master chaser
was hired and given carte blank
to run and chase her.
His love took him to the trees
where he called 'Come home Dubois!'

Everyone there stopped.
They looked at Blanche's hunter
as if he was mad.
Stan didn't care, not one bit.
He was there for God and her.

His heart grew weary
as time passed by. He searched high
and low, gone through the
winding road but Blanche, his rai-
son d'etre, was never found.

LOL! Poor Blanche!

She was in the lost
And found corner of the school
Cafeteria, waiting for
Arthur, the love of her life.

*kindly disregard :D

Good morning and good evening :)

Late afternoon/early evening here. Nice continuation, so why would I disregard? LoL!

Lol. I'm thinking of a better scene for her :)

How did Blanche get downgraded from an heiress running from rustlers to a woman hiding out in a cafeteria? At least she could order the most expensive thing on the menu.

She read too much Tennesee Williams; it deranged her mind!

Lol! Sorry, M. I'll try to redeem her when I'm done with the grocery but I'll probably ask her to help me first.

Blanche, thinking fast, knew
what to do. She ordered wine
and tiramisu.

A good chianti,
red, went straight to her blond head
and loosened her skirt.
The young pimply faced waiter
would be sipped not much later.

I am just sitting here howling!

Hmm, we're not having a re-run of the blond bombshell, are we? :D

LOL!
Only if the women in Haiku woo us to do it. Woo, woo!

Hahaha I'll vote for the office with the typewriter :D

A weak reply to some absolute gems...but I know M will smile -

As the dumb waiter
ran shaking hands through blonde locks,
they came off! A wig!!
A fast forgotten affront-
underneath...Emily Blunt!

Guy!! I just read your earlier line - 'Bate's master chaser'...and snorted coffee out of my nose! Genius ;)

Thank you Ryan! Sorry about the nose and waste of perfectly good coffee. I've done the same a couple of times after reading M's in the morning at work.

LOL. Guys, these are brilliant. And this stupid keyboard sounds cool like a typewriter, but is totally sucky to type on. :P I just want my laptop back.

Phew! I would've been disappointed if I'd managed to write an Emily Blunt haiku that didn't rate a trademark 'Al eyeroll'...

haha, Ryan....

LoL! Love it. Nice to see Emily back in the thread! But what or who is going to be under Blunt?

Lol! *speechless*

grunting..

Emily had to
think fast-again, to save her
busted disguise so
she searched for a magic pill,
Poof! She became Chris Hemsworth. (harhar)

The waiter, who was
Jonathan Meyers behind
the mask, stared in disbelief.
Glumly, he took off with the
wine and the tiramisu.

Who pulled this stunt? Just
when I thought my longings were
vanquished--felt assured
such dreams had languished--someone
has mentioned Emily Blunt!

Ah, but it’s Sunday.
I’ll put aside shame. Brethren,
gather in her name.

Captain! We need eye rolling here :P