Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
“Sam,” said Jelly. “Are you OK?
“Yeah,” replied Sam.
“Is that a lie?” asked Jelly.
“Yeah,” replied Sam.
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Story by Sue
Seren woke feeling discombobulated. She recalled uncomfortable sensations of dry heat, crinkling popping noise and falling, dishevelled, broken.
She lay quite still assessing this situation: A soft voice murmuring, but only one voice. The rise and fall of the intonation soothed Seren. A silken blanket wrapped around her, lifting her.
Gentle expertise lowered her brokenness into a refreshing, warm bath. Perfumed aromas filled her spirit and she sighed.
Thoroughly relaxed, she focused on the voice until she was able, finally to hear; “After an accident Eastern Serendipity!”
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“How did you get to this island?” asked Spectre. “You didn’t come with me, and I didn’t tell anyone I was coming here.”
“I’m not sure,” pondered Sprite. “I remember waiting at a dirty bus stop next to a lobster with breast implants. One was a crusty bus station, and the other a busty crustacean.”
They chuckled together. Sprite squeezed Spectres shoulder. “Please, don’t walk up the road.”
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“It can’t be the road to the afterlife,” called Sprite as he chased after Spectre.
Spectre was already across the road and marching through a cornfield. “What the heck?”
As Sprite caught up, he saw Spectre standing on another road. Spectre was looking at a line of plastic dolls. They led to a pile of coal with an iron grate on top.
“Hey,” laughed Sprite, “it’s a Barbie queue!”
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As the trees cleared, Spectre sighed. “How did we come back to the road?”
“It must loop around the island,” pondered Sprite. “Is that a pyramid?”
“Looks like a car park in the shape of a pyramid,” replied Spectre.
“Well look at that,” said Sprite reading the sign outside. “Toot and come in.”
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“Books growing on trees,” noted Spectre. “That’s new.”
“Oh, hey,” said Sprite. “Did you hear, our old library’s ordered the new book on small willies.”
“Is it in yet?” asked Spectre.
“Yes,” said Sprite, “that’s the one!”
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“Why build a road on an empty island?” pondered Spectre.
“Maybe it’s for wildlife trying to get fit,” remarked Sprite.
Spectre hopped off the tarmac and headed into the forest. “I don’t think animals care about calories.”
“I guess not,” replied Sprite. “Lucy said you once burned 2,000 calories in an hour.”
“Yeah,” sighed Spectre. “I left a cake in the oven too long.”
Skidding in a bit late this morn… After… Evening… Ruddy ‘eck, I am late today!
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Story by Ruth
All the silent letters gathered at the Overpass one day, roiling with discontent.
The First “R” in Sarsaparilla exclaimed, “We’re not being heard!”
“If you’re not going to use me, I’ll just go back to the herd,” said The “A” in Heard.
But another protest had already been scheduled for that morning. It was the Misunderstood Phrases Consortium.
“I suppose if a king were doing sit-ups, it would be correct, but please do not call me ‘Regime,’ said Fitness Regimen. “That’s not my name.”
If they’re all there, their tempers will be flaring! You’re sure to see your sentences in fragments.
Legend has it that it all went down at Mile Marker 26. All because they didn’t want to fall through the cracks.
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“I saw Alfred this morning,” noted Sprite.
“The snail?” asked Spectre. “What’s he up to nowadays?”
“He’s homeless,” replied Sprite. “He got evicted from his shell by a slimy landlord.”
“Oh, man, poor guy,” remarked Spectre. “How’s he taken it?”
“Better than expected,” said Sprite. “But he’s feeling a little sluggish.”
Alas, poor Alfred. Another illustration from the missus. Everybody loves her previous art here, so once again, she gets tapped for a drawing. You can check her art out and say hello to her on Twatter at @DonnaMStrachan and you can nobble her art prints from Society6 and you can buy her a cuppa on Ko-fi.
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“Considering you’re on a deserted island,” pondered Lucy, “you’re in an awful hurry.”
“How did you get here?” asked Meria.
“Same way you did, I imagine,” replied Lucy.
Meria nodded to the East, “storms coming.”
“Yeah,” noted Lucy. “It’ll blow over.”
Not another long serial. Just another five-parter like the Shore with my usual play-on-words mixed with a smidgen of horror.
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Little Fears 