Hello Dear Readers and welcome to another weekend! The Trifecta Challenge for this weekend is to write 33 words of our own choosing:
Science fiction?
Richard Nixon?
Badgers or gangrene?
Hasselhoff?
Mazel tov?
Or something in-between?
Indecision stinks I think
It’s making me profane!
To choose just one
I’ve come undone
(I’ll probably die in vain)
Until next time . . . I love you
Welcome Dear Readers! You are cordially invited to take a break from you’re summertime water fun to check out this week’s Friday Fictioneer Challenge. (But try not to get water all over the blog, will ya?)
Now for the challenge which is to write a 100-word story with a beginning, middle and end inspired by this week’s picture courtesy of and copyrighted by David Stewart. Now, who does all the organizing for this weekly-writing shindig? None other than Rochelle Wisoff-Fields over at Addicted to Purple, that’s who. So head on over and check it out!
We traveled 12 years in suspended animation for this? I’m sorry, Roger, Planet Blub sucks.
It’s not exactly like the brochure, Josephine, I admit . . . it might grow on us . .
You mean like breakfast did? That alien scrambled egg nearly killed you, Roger! Thank god I had Mace! It would have devoured your face!
Shhh . . . here come the Blubians now.
Probably wanting to know if we’re enjoying their stupid Ferris Wheel.
We bear repast, Earthlings. Scrambled eggs.
Thanks.
Did you remember the Mace, Josephine?
No.
If we hurry, we can still catch the Earth Shuttle.
I love you, Roger.
