Some of earth’s animals were sucked out into space
Aliens from Mars were trying to create a new race
They were attempting to co-mingle genes from all different beasts
Hoping for a monster that would conquer worlds with ease
Not knowing the breeds on which they would tinker
Mixed a stink bug with skunk breeding one super-stinker
Luckily, the aliens gave up on their plan
The smell in their ship forced them back to their homeland
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tinker in 75 words
Written for the The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 17/19
The familiar opening chords started out into the air and Steve felt himself back in time. He was no longer a forty- three old accountant with thinning hair. Instead he was seventeen and sprouting a mullet. The band was jamming out his personal favorite tune as he and his buddies rocked in their nosebleed seats. Nothing mattered outside these concert walls. Life in its current simplicity surrounded Steve, his pals and the music they loved. The song ended, returning Steve. His sixteen year old son next to him enjoying the music of this new band he had discovered.
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.
“FOR THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK….” came blaring out again from the apartment next door. Ted jumped from his recliner, just as he was about to relax for a quiet evening at home. He had been living in this apartment complex for close to four years now and never had any issues with any of the neighbors. Then, someone moved in next door about two weeks ago. Ted never met them, but he sure was aware of their presence. This was the second night in a row that the sounds of loud heavy metal music was played for Ted to hear. The music disrupted his temporary tranquility at home, away from his busy life. Plus, the volume just annoyed the Hell out of him. Tonight, it was even louder yesterday and Ted decided to end this once and for all. To him, it was a foregone conclusion that it was probably some twenty-something dude with a taste for “sex, drugs and Rock and roll”. The band ‘AC/DC’ continued to seep through the door as Ted aggressively marched next door to his neighbor’s apartment. He rang the doorbell multiple times before it finally opened. Ted was all set to give this ‘rocker’ a good verbal thrashing. Instead, who answered the door was an attractive woman with an glowing smile. Before Ted could say anything, (Not that he would now, being suddenly enamored) she handed him a small business card.
Hello! I am a deaf individual. Please be patient when communicating with me. Thank you.
Ted smiled as he read the card. ‘AC/DC’ began a new song surprisingly much lower this time, almost like someone rapidly turned the volume down for a moment. He looked up at the woman and spotted something moving past her, within the apartment. On an entertainment stand, was a stereo. Sitting in front of it was a grey kitten, playing with some of the protruding knobs. It was turning them for amusement as some delightful new ‘cat-toy’. Ted looked at the woman, smiled and began hand signing to her. This was a mandatory skill for his occupation in teaching to the deaf. The two of them started laughing, as they both turned to watch the kitten crank up ‘Back in Black’ , its tail waving in the air in oblivious amusement.
Written for Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Fandago’s FOWC prompt- “Temporary”
Today’s prompt from The haunted wordsmith was to pick your favorite song. I decided to “spring-off” of that idea. I attempted to write a coherent short-fiction piece utilizing song lyrics from “THE WHO”. It really was fun writing this and the finished story is just so silly-but,it makes sense.
___________________________________________________________________________________________ As I walked through the hospital door, a nurse quickly approached me.
“Who are you?” She asked.
“They call me the seeker, but my name is Tommy and I’m feeling a bit ill. Everyday I take this bus, but this morning as soon as I got on-I had to vomit in the park. I don’t have a fever yet, there’s other symptoms that I can’t explain”. The nurse took my arm and led me into to an examination room. “Have a seat on the table, Dr. Jimmy is currently mobile but will be with you shortly”. She then left me alone. The door swung open. A man dressed in a silver sparkled glittering gown entered. I looked at him and asked “Oh come on and tell me who are you? Are you a Doctor??”
He smiled back, “No, I’m a substitute for the other guy. Are you the one with the stutter?”
I shook my my head “No” and was starting to get upset.
The Doctor then raised his hands, “Oh, you must be Happy Jack!”
I stood up in anger, yelling back at this supposed “Doctor”.
“Look, I’ve had enough! I could have gone anywhere, anyway, anyhow I choose! But, I came here to this clinic. Now, I know you deceived me well here’s a surprise..I know you’re a just a fake!”
The strange looking Doctor stepped back. “Now, now..this is no social crisis. I just wanted to fiddle about”.
I jumped off the table, pushed this weirdo out of the way and yelled back at him, “OH NO YOU DON’T! This happened to me once before and I WON’T BE FOOLED AGAIN!” I exited the hospital thinking that out here in the fields anything could happen.
This piece was inspired by The Haunted Wordsmith’s Daily prompt – song challenge