Hello Dear Reader! It’s Wednesday, which means my brain, Peanuts, thinks it’s Friday. (Shh . . don’t say anything, I’ve found it’s always best to humor Peanuts.)
Anyway, it’s time for Peanuts to write a 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers — a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields over at Addicted to Purple.
There’s a rumor afoot that Rochelle is busy sewing everybody official Friday Fictioneer Uniforms, and that we will all be receiving them just as soon as she masters French cuffs. Could this be true, Rochelle? I certainly hope so!
Here’s this week’s Friday Fictioneer Picture Prompt:
Funny How Things Work Out
William Joseph Standish hated being a tree because in his heart, he was a writer. After all, wasn’t he made out of wood –which turns into paper? Didn’t he have time to think? Wouldn’t a byline with his name be fabulous? But alas he had no pen.
One day someone leaned a bike against his trunk. Screw writing! He would become a world-renowned Tour d France bicyclist! It would be stupendous, it would be marvelous, it would be . . . well, he couldn’t think of anything else it would be.
Just as well he decided not to be a writer.
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Until next time . . . I love you
Linda Vernon Humor 
That is a fantastic photo for a prompt.
Isn’t it though! 😀
A tree can dream… Nice one Linda.
Thank you Sandra! 😀
I think a tree
might dream to be
a creature living in the sea
a busy little honey bee
an eagle flying high and free
screaming to the wind with awesome glee
but of all the dreams a tree can see
of all the things he could dream to be
he most longs to become like you and me…
Pouring! You’re amazing! You definitely need to post this on your blog too! 😀
oh okay…
Hmmm. . . is that an oh okaaaay I’m sensing?
I don’t think so.
Haha! Well I guess I was just messing with my own head! I have a tendency to do that.
I thought that was my job…
Well I could certainly use an assistant! D
Teamwork… that’s the secret.
I’m beginning to find that out. If I only had a team to help me, I’d probably be calling it a day by 9 a.m.
You could join a gang…
What a great idea! Which one?
I picture you as more or less of a Hell’s Angel kind of a girl. Definitely not a Crip or a Blood.
Hell’s Angel eh? I kind of see me more as a Satan’s Helper.
I thought that sounded to sexist.
I wonder if the Hell’s Angels have gotten politically correct yet . . .
But at least you wouldn’t just be a helper.
True! I could be somebody!
Satan’s helper… like hamburger helper… only spicier…
and flambéed . . .
Burnt, even.
I may have to steal that back and post it… ha!
Ha! Definitely! 😀
See, I am always way ahead of you… ha!
You are way ahead of me. I am so tired of eating your dust I can’t even tell you. Sigh . . .
I will dust myself off….
That cyberdust is such a nuisance! 😀
Tell me about it.
That cyberdust is such a nuisance . . .oh wait . . . I see . . . you mean tell you about it rhetorically?
I could go either way.
Somehow I knew that.
oh my
lol ^^ fun story.. and it’s too bad coz William Joseph Standish would look awesome on a book cover.. sounds very writer-ish 🙂
Wouldn’t it though? I really have to agree KZ! 😀
This tree has a wonderful imagination.
I think this tree has visions of grandeur that can only be fulfilled with a writer’s mind!
His prose might be a little wooden!
I love the voice of this tree. But I would like to know what he’s planning on making his career when the next dog visits..?
Funny! Poor tree, not sure what it should be. You made me smile!
Tough to be a writer when the words don’t flow–suspect his career as a cyclist may be just as limited. Cute story.
ahaha a tree with the last name Standish! Brilliant. 🙂
I hope Mr. Standish refrains from taking steroids or he might become a Red Wood Tree instead of a cyclist.
It may be hard though, I doubt he’ll stand/ish a chance to win without them. (yuk yuk . . . okay it doesn’t even deserve that!)
I think he needs to branch out into another field. 🙂 Doesn’t seem to be very rooted in what he’s currently doing. OK, I’m done now. I’m leafing.
janet
hahahah! 😀
Okay.. a tree that rides a bike… of course. I can SEE that…but then with your stories I can see most anything….Diane
Oh Diane! What a wonderful compliment!! 😀
I am jealous of Mr. Standish’s time to think!
Oh I know what you mean, Lewis! :D!
He leafs the competition behind!
HAHAHAHAH-
*shows self out*
LOL!!! 😀
I love the photo for the prompt. I love the story, with its humorous side. He needs to spread his branches and ride!
Spread his branches and ride!! Haha! That he does!
Dear Linda,
Okay so he’s given up on the idea of being a writer. I’d like to know how he’s going to get on that bicycle. I’m stumped. Entertaining story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS Sorry, no plans at this time for a uniform…although some T-Shirts would be great.
Damn, I was so looking forward to those French cuffs.
And mugs!
LOL! Oh I know exactly how he’s going to do it. Uh . . .oh gee . . . but unfortunately, II won’t be able to actually explain how due to the 100 limit! (phew . . .uh I mean darn!)
In short, don’t quit your day job, Bill. You’re giving oxygen in the day time to us. Keep breathing. Cute story, Linda.
haha! Thanks Kent
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Looks to me like we were on the same track this week, Linda. Maybe William Joseph and Bob could pal around and share the glasses and the bike and both write about it together.
Laughing here – loved it! The character of the tree was so full and the irony of the end line. Visually this was very amusing.
Oh I’m glad you liked it neenslewy! 😀
Last line fabulousness! Loved it, Linda =)
Troy! So glad you liked it! 😀
With a name like that the tree could do anything! Well except maybe write, or ride a bike. But hey anything else is a go! 🙂
Ha! So true. Thanks for checking out my entry, Jackie!
Here in the Ozarks we’d just call him Billy Joe, or maybe Billy Joe Bob. I’m sure he’s from the same family tree as Perry’s friend.
Hah! I wonder if Perry’s middle name is Joe Bob?
Tree bien
You never disappoint, love your humour.
Dee
Oh Dee thank you!!! 😀