Hello Dear Readers! This week’s Trifect Writing Challenge was to write a story between 33 and 333 words using the third definition of heart: 3: personality, disposition <a cold heart>
Gunther Randleroot’s Fortuitous Formula Fail
Gunther Randleroot couldn’t believe his eyes as green tears started pouring out of them. Of course, they were green tears of joy because Gunther never cried tears of sorrow. Gunther was a Martian and nobody liked seeing a Martian cry especially not his girlfriend, Hazel.
Gunther poured the formula that he had finally perfected after seven years of hard work into the beaker like he was pouring out his heart.
When he looked out the window, he was surprised that everything still went on as usual. He watched as a herd of sporks sauntered lazily about leaving behind a trail of feathers like they always did.
Stupid creatures, Gunther thought. Didn’t they realize that Gunther Randleroot was now the most powerful being in the universe?
All Gunther had to do was nudge the beaker to the floor, and the impact would release enough energy to destroy absolutely everything! Gunther took a moment to revel in his new-found power — even though he was much, much too cowardly to ever actually use it!
“Whatcha doin’ Gunthy?” Gunther’s girlfriend, Hazel asked. Gunther jumped! He had forgotten to lock the door again. Sporkfeathers! He didn’t want Hazel to know what he was up to.
“Nothing Hazel dear . . . nothing at all!”
“Ah you can tell me Gunthy! You know you can tell me anything!” Hazel batted several coquettish eyes at Gunther, and he immediately spilled the beans.
Not the formula in the beaker beans, but the can of Martian beans he was getting ready to eat.
Hazel ran to clean them up but slipped (Hazel was all antennas) and sent the beaker crashing to the floor.
Gunther screamed, “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” He closed his eyes and waited for the worst! But then . . . nothing happened. Gunther looked around. There was Hazel straightening her antenna and through the window he could still see the sporks!
Gunther Randleroot couldn’t believe his eyes as green tears started pouring out of them for the second time that day.
Linda Vernon Humor 
Sounds like old Gunther got his antennae in a bunch for nothing.
He might be better off giving up the dream of domination, and settling down to be a placid sporkherder, and have little Martian Randleroots with Hazel.
Ha ha! Yes indeed there’s certainly no shame in being a placid sporkherder! It might eve be kind of fun! 😀
Hazel was all antennas! ha! I love this, Linda. Very funny. I don’t know how you come up with a slice of martian life that I can somehow slip into as if it’s perfectly normal. That’s talent!
Really? I’m so glad I managed to capture a martian’s daily life! LOL! Maybe it was the sporks? Thanks so much for the lovely compliment Lisa. You are always so supportive — your just the best! ❤
This is great, Linda! Gunther 😀 love it!
Oh thank you Dianne! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 😀
oh, poor Gunther…back to the drawing board 😉
Did he start again with the formula. I loved this story.
Ha ha Ruby, well probably. . . I have a feeling one needs all the busy work one can get on planet mars! 😀
Ha ha! Yes, Carrie that Gunther certainly has big ideas! Well at least he’s trying to act on them — such as they are! 😀
The herd of sporks sauntering around made me laugh. Also, Hazel being all antennas. Well done.
Thank Annabelle. So glad you enjoyed it. 😀
Sporkfeathers? I may or may not have choked on my ice cream sandwich when I read that one. Hilarious. Awesome story, character and tone as usual. Thanks for linking up. Please come back tomorrow for the new prompt.
I’ll be there! ( Just as soon as I finish stuffing my pillow with sporkfeathers!) 😀
lol, love this. different!
Oh thank you Sandra. I guess I’ve had Mars on the brain lately! 😀