Jason fought not to drool as he eyed all the different model car kits being sold at the yard sale. Whipping out his wallet, he told the old man behind the table, “I’ll take the whole kit and caboodle.”
This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “kit”:
“How…” Perry mumbled as his friends Terry and Jerry sat on the couch, debating where to go.
“How?” said Terry as he and Jerry looked at Perry in surprise. Perry was usually the quiet one who always went along with whatever they decided to do.
“How!” Jerry said with grin as he held out his hand, palm facing out, imitating the indians in the old-school Westerns.
“How now brown cow?” Terry joked.
“How about them apples?” Jerry chimed in.
Perry rolled his eyes. “How…about bowling?” he suggested.
Terry and Jerry exchanged looks. Terry shrugged. “How about it? Sound good to you?”
Jerry nodded. “And how!”
This silly short story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “how”:
“Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.” – Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
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This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:
It’s here! It’s finally here! Woohoo!
What is? The paperback edition of my book, Chronicles of Riss: Adventures in Sorcery, that’s what! After debating it for a while, I finally decided to have a paperback version of this short story collection. And now it’s here and Chronicles of Riss is no longer only available as an ebook. Now, those of you who prefer to hold an actual book in your hand to read instead of an e-reader can enjoy this book full of fun, fantastical adventures.
Confronting evil sorcerers. Fighting monsters. Dueling metal golems. Searching for a sea monster. Hunting lost treasure. Finding a missing show dog. Competing in talent contests. Helping lost children. These are just some of the widely varied exploits that the young mercenary sorceress Marissa “Riss” Cobalt shares in this second Adventures in Sorcery book. Riss reveals how she ended up as a mercenary and chronicles some of the many adventures, ranging from fun to serious, that she’s had prior to the events of Kismet and Tell.
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12 points! I’ve almost arrived 😀
Lyle and Marina stood at Scott’s door. Lyle adjusted the package in his hand and rang the doorbell.
“Do you have any idea what he’s planning to serve for dinner?” Marina asked as they waited for the door to open.
“No,” Lyle replied. “He didn’t say. I hope the side dishes we brought are ok.”
“And the bottle of wine,” she said, holding up the brown bag in her hand. “It’s hard to pick out an appropriate wine to go with a meal if you don’t what is being served.”
The door opened and their friend Scott greeted them with a “You rang?” like Lurch from The Addams Family. When they didn’t laugh, he just shrugged and gave them a big smile instead. “Thanks for coming, guys. You’re just in time. Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes.”
“Great! Thanks for inviting us. We brought some side dishes and some wine. I hope they’ll be ok.”
“Thanks. I’m sure they’ll go just fine.”
“So, what are we having?” Marina asked.
“It’s a secret,” Scott said with a wink and a grin.
“Smells like a ham,” Lyle said.
Scott frowned. “Oh, shoot. You guessed it.”
“I wasn’t referring to dinner.”
Scott stuck out his tongue. “Well, anyway, don’t just stand there,” he said, and grinned again and stepped aside and, with a flourishing sweep of his arm and a short bow, said, “Won’t you come in?” in a mock butler’s voice.
Lyle rolled his eyes and entered the house with Marina one step behind. Scott shut the door behind them. “Walk this way,” Scott said in imitation of Lurch, and he led them into the dining room.
While Lyle and Marina arranged the side dishes and wine on the table and seated themselves, Scott went into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned and, with as much pomp and circumstance as he could muster, he set a beautiful, large glazed ham on the table.
“This ham,” Scott said with a wide grin as he held the carving knife and fork at the ready, “is the best ham. There has never been such a ham..”
“You got that right,” Lyle said.
“Ha ha. Well, then, without further ado, le..le..le..let’s eat!”
As Lyle and Marina groaned at the Porky Pig imitation, Scott began slicing the ham.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “ham”:
“Imagine Link doing the Macarena!”
That’s what I said after my mom misspoke the other day while visiting and asking to play a Mario video game for a little bit. She was trying to decide on which Super Mario Brothers game to play and said “Macarena of Time”, somehow getting Mario confused with the Legend of Zelda game “Ocarina of Time” (of which the hero of the game is named Link, for those of you not familiar with the famous Nintendo RPG game series, Legend of Zelda). When I heard what she said, I busted out laughing (I’m a big Legend of Zelda fan, FYI).
(this is Link, from Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time)
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This post is part of One-liner Wednesday:
Jared watched the cute girl across the room who had on a t-shirt for his favorite rock band and tried to pluck up the courage to go over and talk to her, doubting he’d have a chance with her. “You only live once,” he told himself, and finally went over and asked her if she wanted to go with him to see the band live in concert when they came to town for the festival the next week.
This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “live”:
A little FYI….
I seem to notice quite a few things when I’m procrastinating, including many of the ones on this list.
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Sayling Away
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