WELCOME TO the happily-hosted-by-Grandma’s-Goulash Succinctly Yours, a perfectly wonderful meme that picks up where our dearly ♥ departed Microfiction Monday left off by asking the burning question:
How low can you go? THE GIST: Use the photo provided by GG as inspiration for a story of 140 characters or 140 words. (It doesn’t have to be exactly 140, just not more.) Oh?! *nods an impressed head* You want an even BIGGER challenge?! Then incorporate the word of the week into your flash tale. This Monday's assignment is "buoyant," which I chose to skip, since that smitch of the game is optional. <-–Whew! and thank God, because I DON'T need that kind o' preshah!
HERE’S
December 26th’s picture
AND my story:
December 26th’s picture
AND my story:
I spy a "vacancy"! See it? Yeah, right there, next to the littliest "piggy"! (Looks like there might have been a struggle, though, dudn't it?)As Chloroformy, Santa's "special" little helper, tucked the spent rag into the borrowed-from-the-Tooth-Fairy tool bag, he creepily smiled back at his boss.
"Ah, yet another Christmas wish granted!" boasted an even creepier St. Nick, after having just extracted the nasty, freakish extra toe from Billy's right foot. Later, the elf, under the direction of Mr. Claus, would launch the freshly solo-ed tootsie from a sky-highing sleigh, as they gleefully would together shout,
"Missile toe!!!"--74 words--
. . . . . . .
ONE WORD:
macabre (?!?!)
I didn't get any sleep last night, does it show?-ly yours,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*
Rest in peace, my Mollo, ZuZu, and Billy's toe.
13 comments:
Hey Sparkle ~~ Good little story. I like it.
I don't know what I was seeing, it sure wasn't toes. Thank you for pointing out the toes.
Don't you just love the missle toes! I did! :)
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I never knew about this creepy side of Santa. But if it was a freakish extra toe, then it's all good.
Wonderful groan-worthy pun...missle toe. I hope Santa left some painkillers for the kid.
A real toest of a story, that one :-)
Happy Boxing Day, all!
Thanks, Jim! [Jim said-->] "Thank you for pointing out the toes." [To which SparkleFarkle replies-->] Or the lack of them --at least in one spot. LOL!
Hey, Pat! Yep, I guess it's okay to cut Santa some slack, when he's busy granting the gruesome. LOL!
Good morning, Anthony, an "Toest"?! I love it when tootsie-speak! (In Harry Potter terms, that would mean you're fluent in Tarsaltongue!)
LOL That's funny.
Hi, Sonia,
After having read your SY story earlier today, I just backtracked to be sure of it ("I smiled at the dainty little feet peeking out from under the disregarded wrapping. Just what I wanted – cute little toes to nibble on," indeed wrote Sonia.), before saying: if your nibbler's lucky enough to look up at just the right toe-moment, an extra "treat" falling from a sky-highing sleigh might be caught on the tongue, like it's a snowflake! YUM! (<--EW!)
Happy New Year!
SF~~~~~*
You sure know how to take the romance out of mistletoe, Sparkle. :D
I don't think there are any missing toes, but that surely is a strange gap. Good catch!
Hope your Christmas wish comes true.
Hi, Grandma! Glad you could stop by! Got any snow your way? Me neither. In fact, when I look out my Wisconsin window, I swear that the grass is actually greening up again! That sort of puts a damper on the ol' Christmas make-merry feeling, you know what I mean?
But instead of making lemonade out of lemons--or whatever fruit's in season, right now, unless there was a smitch of yellow frozen precipitation, then I'd use that, if I had chosen to make any kind of "sunshine" at all. Which I didn't--I decided to get my "gruesome" on. Yep, Santa's performing necessary "surgery" in order to fulfill a child's "All I want for Christmas," "Take my extra toe, PLEASE!" request.
So when your comment mentioned, "I don't think there are any missing toes," well, there weren't. LOL! It wasn't until Mr. Claus made an EXTRA one vamoose, that a tootsie could actually be declared missing. My point being: Who cares? I talk too much and splitting hairs is so tiring. LOLouder!
*rereads last comment posted by herself, then looks at cup next to the keyboard, then back at computer, then back to mug and gives it a wicked sniff, then looks back at monitor again*
P.S. Did someone put some rum in my hot milk when I wasn't looking, because I THINK SO.
Very clever. And not outside the realm of possiblity, as the whole Santa thing is a little creepy.
Mistle toe? Lol! Somewhat creeppy...
Hahaha!!! Did you ever do any comedy writing for Mitch Hedberg? One of his one liners was: "A severed foot is the ultimate stocking stuffer!"
Creepy? Yes. Funny? Hehehe...
First off, in case I don't see you again until after Sunday: Happy New Year, all!
Hi, Totey! I knew you'd understand. LOL! By the by, I trust you had a good Christmas? I mean, the BIG, creepy guy in red left you lots of presents under O Tannenbaum... OR O Menorah? GREAT!
Susan Forbes: Yep, missile TOE. Look at it this way, things could have been worse (<--that is, missle FOOT!? <--Tee-hee?!)
Lisa Ricard Claro: Thanks for the Mitch Hedberg-heads up (I hadn't heard of him till now --have I been living under a rock or what?! lol!), as I just googled and then took in several zillions of his Youtubed stand-up acts. Such fun AND funny!
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