Sunday, May 20, 2018

Pizza

Enoshima


“This looks awful. Are you sure they have pizza here?”
“Yeah.”
“How did you find this place? There's no one else here.”
“I got an email. They sent me an 80%-off coupon.”
“80%?? Let's go. Now.”
“Why?!”
“Haven't you heard of the 80% club? They'll shrink your brain by 80%.”
“What?”
It was too late. The doors closed.
The next morning, they were found barely alive.
The number of these cases had been growing lately. No one knew how it was done, but everyone knew the consequences.
Discount coupons can be hazardous.

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Organ

Westdell


When we arrived for dinner at the neighbors, a man was playing a song on an old pipe organ. One of the notes was off-key, but he played on. When the host invited us to go outside, I was happy to escape that torture. The problems started when she explained that they needed meat and that they took some of his organs . I was shocked, and was about to ask how he could even play when I felt a sharp blow to the back of my neck. Officer, do you think this scar is what I suspect it is?

Sunday, May 6, 2018

Fly

Sopor Aeternum


“The photo's really bad. Where's this?!”
“I don't know. But this is where the hot air balloon is.”
“I can see that... Do you have any other irrelevant information to volunteer?!”
“There's a lighthouse on the photo.”
“I can see that too... What else?”
“Nothing... Except those red leaves.”
“Special leaves?”
“No. They're quite common.”
“Then, we have nothing.”
“Nope.”
“Why did you bring me this photo then?”
“Because at the back someone wrote the coordinates.”
“And you waited this long to tell me that?”
“I just hate negative people.”

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Mr. Caramel

Matanzas


Mr. Caramel was surely the one who knew more about everyone else. He noticed every single detail regarding the neighborhood and memorized it thoroughly.
Mr. Caramel could hear his wife chatting languidly with Mr. Granite, that Mr. Granite...
Mr. Caramel decided, right there and then, that he wasn't going to do anything but enjoy the warm hours of a lazy afternoon. He slowly stretched his neck towards the sun. 
If Mrs. Caramel wanted to eat, she could go prepare things herself... or ask Mr. Granite. 
He stood on the pole and closed his eyes. Mr. Caramel was a proud seagull.
(Prompt Pick Two: Granite, Pertinent, Record, Surely, Tag, Bridge, Proud, Detective,Tarp, Caramel)

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Camping

Magical Farm


“It's cold and I don't even like camping.” And Annie slammed the door behind her.
Why did Annie have the final word about everything, thought Paula.
A pair of curious eyes looked inside the house.
Why couldn't they go camping in the winter? They just needed a few extra sweaters. And besides, Paula really wanted to see that stag again.
When she turned around, he was there. She didn't dare to move. They looked at each other. And that's how the word camping took on a completely different meaning, as the stag came back for a visit every day.

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Weak

Black Kite


“My stomach is weak,” she said, a tray filled with amazing food looking back at her.
At the restaurant, they were used to her moaning. But she ended up gobbling it all down.
One day, they dared her to cook. She hesitated, but she wasn't one to run away from a challenge.
When the insurance company showed up, it was impossible to identify where the kitchen was, and it was nearly absurd to even attempt to tread through the barrier of debris by the front door.
That's when they heard, “My stomach is weak and now my leg hurts...”

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Vibration

Dark Moon


The vibration was stronger as the herd approached. They continued to sleep under the giant plant.
The bamboos muttered a strange song, the thumping making it grow more and more intense. They didn't wake up. They slept on, immersed in their dreams, their huge ears flipping back and forth as if they were awake.
The symbols on the stone became bright, dancing to the rhythm of the bamboo song.
The herd trotted past them and didn't even noticed they were there.
They opened their eyes slowly. The bamboo became silent and the stone went to sleep under the giant plant.


Sunday, April 1, 2018

Hardly

Salt Water

Matt winced. He adjusted his glasses and looked at the huge sign. “Gone Fishing”.
And off he went!
Everything was fine until the neighbor kid noticed he never brought back any fish.
“I ate them.”
The kid wasn't convinced, but Matt didn't mind.
In his pocket, he had three gold nuggets. He placed them carefully in the box he hid under the floor planks. He needed a new box. This one was full.
When the kid sneaked inside the house to see what was inside the box, he found a lot of yellowish pebbles.
Matt really needed new glasses!


Sunday, March 25, 2018

Sunny Shift

Winter Sweet

The angel sat on the bench. The sunny day was coming to an end as was his shift. However, he had failed, so he couldn't understand why he felt so happy. The elderly woman he was supposed to watch over had been hit by a car. The obnoxious teen had jumped in the pool and broken a leg. Even that damn dog someone had placed in his list as a prank had bitten the nosy neighbor. And yet, he felt happy. That's when he noticed some of the feathers of his wings were taking on an unusual tint of red.
(Prompt Pick Two: Fail, Globe, Sunny, Wee, Shift, Well, Butter, Wilco, Grass)

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Water

Black Kite

Bubble, bubble, water, water. The bubbly drip drip sound around her made her close her eyes. The armchair had been placed in the middle of the pond just where the water was shallow enough. She looked around and saw no one. Bubble, bubble, drip drip, water, water. No rain, no fountain, just the drip drip sound of something bubbling inside her. And the water glittered with hesitations and dreams, none of hers, of course. She was very practical. She just sat there, in the middle of that pond, where the water was shallow enough, and dripped dripped her soul away.