Friday’s Super Short Stories!

There may be no traffic jams on the interstate but internet traffic is quite busy! 

“Think, think, think…”  Perhaps honey is a magic thinking ingredient!

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A long, long, long time ago, up on a hill …. 

Get some honey like Pooh Bear and finish the sentence, with as many words as you want. 

 

 

 

The Golden Arrow

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Little Caleb was hard at work. He was drawing his boat that was out on the sea. He wanted to make sure to get every detail just right. Caleb always liked Thursdays when he could stay after school, drawing  on the chalkboard, letting his imagination flow.

The Golden Arrow was making its very first voyage. Caleb had made sure to have all the provisions that he would need for the journey. He had 5 bananas and 5 Golden Delicious  apples, for Mommy always said that fruit was good for him. A box of chocolate chip cookies, because they were his favorite and 2 boxes of Teddy Grahams. He couldn’t forget his gummy worms either. He had 3 boxes of them. Peanut butter and jelly was his favorite type of sandwich, so he made sure to pack 6 of them. Nothing like Skippy crunchy peanut butter and grape jam. He also brought along a pack of 10 juice boxes, 5 packs of red fruit punch and 5 packs of red grape juice.

Caleb loved his ship. It was a fiery red color with 2 golden yellow arrows painted on each side of the ship. In case of anything breaking on the ship or the ship springing a leak, he had brought along a roll of duck tape. Daddy had always said that Duck tape fixed everything.

Yes, Caleb was all set. He was heading West to see new sights and discover new lands. Oh No! A storm was must be brewing, the waves were getting higher and he felt his boat shaking.

“Caleb honey… its time to wake up, your Daddy is here. That’s a great picture that you drew.”

Caleb was lying on the floor, with the chalk still in his hand. He opened his eyes to see Miss.Marjorie smiling at him with her hand on his shoulder.  He rubbed his eyes as he looked at his teacher. “I was sailing on the wild sea Miss. Marjorie, I really was. Do you want to hear my dream, but first do you have any chocolate chip cookies?”  Caleb took Miss. Marjorie’s hand and continued chatting as they walked out of the schoolroom.

Where Did The “Tall People” Go?

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There was a meeting of the gnomes one night. They were talking about the “Tall people.” They hadn’t noticed them around as much, and were wondering what had happened. Usually they were busy hiding from them during the day, as their big feet traipsed through the woods and meadows. None of them wanted to get stomped on. There were some brazen gnomes, who bragged that they weren’t scared of no funny “tall people”and they wouldn’t hide. They would get right in the path of the “tall people” and sadly some of them were never seen again.

“Have they gone away?” one young gnome asked.  “Why haven’t we seen them?”

“They haven’t totally disappeared, for I have seen some of them. Though they are usually alone now or else with just one other person. Haven’t seen groups of them. They were always easier to hide from before,  for you could hear them coming. ” said an older gnome as he stroked his beard.

“I had a real close call last night.” said Hermie,  “I got away from a big foot right in the nick of time. One of the “tall people” were out with their camera taking pictures of the sky.”

Little Jubi spoke up, “Well I almost got stepped on during the day when a “tall person” was out walking their dog. The dog was really big, and I thought for sure I was a goner.

“I am sure they all will be up and out again in a bit. Perhaps they are just taking a break for now.” said one.

They all shrugged their shoulders, for no one really knew what had caused less “tall people” to be out and about.

“I am sure they will be out and about once again in time, we can’t let our guard down. Though I am wondering if they are starting to go a little crazy.” said Kiki

LuLu laughed, “Starting to go crazy….I think they been crazy for awhile!” The others joined in her laughter.

“True! But the other day there was one really “tall person” traipsing through the woods and he was talking to himself. He was saying how he was going to catch a unicorn! Silly guy! Those unicorns are smart, they won’t let themselves be seen by “tall people.” ”

All the others agreed.

“Well we could spend all night discussing the crazy things about the “tall people” and we still wouldn’t figure them out.”

They all agreed and they went back to watching the stars, chatting with the fairies and watching the unicorns dance.

Little Hermie wondered as he watched, what do the “tall people” do to relax? Whatever it was, he didn’t think it could compare to watching his favorite fairy dance. He smiled, as he caught her eye and gave her a wink, underneath the moonlit sky.

Spontaneous Sentences

Happy Saturday! I will admit that my brain is not in tip top thinking shape today. Its been in the “curl up in a blanket with a book and cup of tea” mode, but no, I have actually not been reading today. I  have organized cupboards and done laundry, you know, all that fun stuff. I am drinking tea though. Maple Ginger tea, its very good!

I wasn’t sure if there would be a post today, and then a thought popped into my head. I think I did something like this awhile ago, and it  was fun to read your comments, so will try it again. Hopefully not all of your brains are on “saving energy mode” like mine. 🙂

What is a 6 word sentence that would make you happy? 

One that would make you sad? 

One that would make you curious? 

Take your pick or do all 3! Have fun with it and don’t worry about the exact word count. Math has never been my thing, I won’t be counting!

Here is my happy sentence.  My follower’s words make me smile! 

Thanks for the many smiles you all have brought me many times! 

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What Do You Wish?

The farmer walked into the house, ready for a good meal. He had worked long and hard in the fields.  He was tired and very hungry.

“Your stack of pecan pancakes are ready for you dear, along with some scrambled eggs.”

The farmer smiled as he sat down at the oak table. He did love his pecan pancakes, and he saw that his wife remembered to put whip cream on top of them. Oh, he was a lucky guy!

His wife came out of the kitchen and frowned when she noticed what was standing up against the wall beside their front door. It was the farmer’s very worn, old shovel.

“Why didn’t you leave that outside?” she asked.

The farmer glanced up and swallowed his mouthful of pancakes before answering.  He wore a sheepish grin. “Sorry dear, I was so anxious to taste some of your delicious cooking that I just plumb forgot I had it in my hand when I came in the door. I will take it back out to the barn after supper. ”

They enjoyed talking as they ate. Laughing, as they reminisced about their dating years. They didn’t have much. Their house wasn’t anything big and no showpiece to look at, but it kept them warm.  The love between them burned as much as it did the first day they met.

After supper was over, the farmer started a fire in the fireplace to warm up the little house, sometimes it could get pretty chilly at night. His wife did some crocheting as he got wrapped up in a mystery that he was reading.

A hour later his wife called to him. “Honey! Honey!” He didn’t hear her as he was snoring away, with the book on his lap.

She smiled tenderly, he worked hard, its not a wonder he fell asleep. She grabbed a wool blanket and laid it over him. She stoked the fire in the fireplace and laid a few more logs on it to keep it burning through the night. Yawning herself, she decided to call it a night and walked back to their bedroom to go to sleep. At least his snoring wouldn’t keep her up tonight.

A few hours went by and then the clock struck midnight. The farmer was still sleeping soundly snoring away and his wife was enjoying a peaceful night’s sleep.

No one noticed the shovel, that was still standing upright in the corner, by the door. A strange greenish glow started to appear around it. The glow got brighter and brighter and then as quickly as it came, it went away.

The farmer rubbed his eyes as the sunlight streamed through the windows. His back ached some from being in the chair all night, but he was glad that he got a good night’s rest. He felt ready for the day ahead.

“Whoa! What….What was he looking at?”  He rubbed his eyes again, thinking that perhaps he was still dreaming! He opened them slowly again, nope he wasn’t dreaming, it was still there!

He walked over to it and touched it, yup, it was real alright! But how??? He scratched his head as he tipped it back to stare up at his ceiling, which now had a big hole in it! A hole made from one gigantic beanstalk!

He heard his wife coming down the hall and saw her eyes get round as saucers. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He didn’t know if he had ever seen his wife speechless before! She just stood there and stared, with her mouth agape!

That’s how they were when suddenly a boy came down the beanstalk into their home!

“Good Morning! My name is Jack, how are you?”

The farmer and his wife could only stare at each other in great shock.

The boy laughed. “A little speechless I see, no problem, i will explain.”

They watched him walk over to the corner by the door and grab the old, dirty shovel that was still up against the wall. “I am here because of this! You have the magic golden shovel!”

At those words the farmer found his tongue and laughed. “Magic? That old thing! That thing is so worn, for it has dug so many holes for me in the field, and its definitely not golden!”

The boy picked up the shovel and the farmer and his wife watched in astonishment as a green glow circled the shovel and right in front of their eyes, it became the shiniest golden shovel you ever did see!

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Jack was smiling at their astonishment. “Sorry about the hole in your roof, as soon as I climb back up this stalk, all will return to normal. But first you both may make 3 wishes, for you have the golden shovel.  A shovel can only become golden when it is used many times, just like this one has been. So speak your wishes and they will be granted to you  in a flash!”

The farmer couldn’t believe it, he was about to be rewarded for all that back breaking work he did digging holes.

He thought for a moment and then with a sparkle in his eye he said, ” I would like my wishes to be ….”

What do you think he wished? What would you wish if you had a magic shovel?

 

Friday’s Super Short Stories!

Some wolves can walk around in plain sight and still not be seen. 

Dilemma: When your fashion choice is a cozy robe, but you have to go to the store. 

What is your “Super Short Story” for today? Give it a try, you have nothing to lose and …. everything to gain … fame and fortune! Or perhaps just your own self satisfaction … and making me smile, but isn’t that worth it! 

The Surprise in the Woods

He was taking his dog for a walk in the woods and they were enjoying walking through the crunchy leaves. His dog had his nose to the ground reading all the messages left by the other critters that had walked the path ahead of him. Every now and then Sebastian would stop to leave his own reply to a message.

Craig was patient as he waited for Sebastian, he wasn’t in a hurry, just enjoying a leisurely stroll, admiring the beauty.  Breathing in the silence of the woods, Craig felt peace in his heart, and wore a smile upon his face.

They walked on and Craig was getting lost in thought about what his plans may be for the night. Suddenly Sebastian pulled on his leash and Craig was knocked off balance. He stumbled as he went over to the side of the path. Sebastian stopped and Craig tried to regain his balance when Sebastian took off in a full force run as Craig got pulled along.

What was his crazy dog after? “Sebastian stop!” he yelled. They went around the corner and came to a sudden stop as they saw ….

Yes, you read it right, I stopped. I am not trying to leave you hanging, just thought I would have some fun! What do you think brought Sebastian to a sudden stop?  It can be absolutely anything that your imagination comes up with. 

What is the autumn winds blowing into your mind right now? 

Friday’s Super Short Stories!

Sometimes things don’t always turn out as you expect …. Remember the boat ride  that was only supposed to be a “3 hour tour!” 

Imagination can be great in writing, except when it slams on its brakes and you are in the middle of the road. 

The JOY in a child’s heart when their birthday comes around shouldn’t leave when their an adult …. Birthdays should be celebrated at every age!