Results of U-Write-It Week 296
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When the crashing and banging stopped, Cindy shouted, "I'm okay, don't worry about the noise, I just..."
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...need for you to turn off the ceiling fan, Nancy. I was playing catch with Little Johnnie and threw him up too high."
Cindy picked the bloody child off the floor.
"Oh, and can you hand me his prosthetic leg, it's over by his helmet?"
In horror, Nancy pulled the switch on the fan. Little Johnnie giggled with delight, "Again! Again!"
"He loves games. When he first came out of the womb, Thomas and I put a volleyball net across the bed and hit him back and forth. It was the only way to keep him from crying."
"Do you want me to call a doctor," Nancy gasped?
"Oh, heavens no! Just grab those two swords on the dresser. He likes a little fencing before his nap."
by Linnie Wheeless, Los Angeles, CA
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...needed to rearrange this cabinet again." She offered from the floor of our kitchen. She was sitting on her knees, still in her work clothes and surrounded by cookware. "It's just not working for me, too much work to get the pots from the back."
"That's understandable, dear," I tread cautiosly, "but it's nine o'clock, I thought we were watching our show."
"This needs to get done", she fired back.
She was always arranging things. First she'd put it here then she'd move it there. Nothing ever worked quite right. Not efficient. She avoided having people over because the house was a mess. "Let me finish this project first, then we'll have them over", she'd say but after twenty years few had ever made it in.
by Steve A, USA
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...burned myself."
"Where are you?" he called
"In the kitchen."
"What were you doing that got you burned?"
"Making pancakes."
"How waffle!"
by Carolyn Ann Aish, Inglewood, New Zealand
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...never thought there would be need for a substitute the day after Labor Day."
Forty instrument-wielding seventh-graders couldn't tear their eyes away from the willowy blonde adding a flourish to the T at the end of the name she wrote on the whiteboard.
Replacing the dry erase marker into the tray, she turned around to face the band. I'm SURE that was your warm-up." Her blinding smile lit the room. "Are you ready to perform?"
Forty heads, mesmerized by charm and stunning beauty, nodded as if hypnotized. Each and every student could not believe the good fortune they had been granted this first day of school.
"Terrific! Then here's..." A gigantic woman, best described as toad-like, burst through the door to growl, "Mrs. Wart: band sub!"
by Ric Hardson, USA
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..."
Silence filled the blackness.
Matt shot out of bed, racing into the bathroom. "Cindy! What the..."
His wife lay across the toilet, back arched, head stuck in that small space between commode and wall.
"Ohhhhh..." a miserable groan crept from the darkened corner.
Watery light filtered through the bathroom window's privacy glass.
Leaning over his wife, Matt didn't know whether to laugh or panic. Wearing only her birthday suit, Cindy was a sight to behold.
He began tentatively, "Are you..."
"I'm STUCK!"
This was accompanied by some uncomfortable looking writhing and twisting, but Cindy couldn't free herself.
Relieved she hadn't passed out, Matt helped untangle his wife.
Instead of "Thanks" all he got as she stomped off to bed was, "Tomorrow! Shopping! Non-slip floor mats!"
by Daphne Rice, Portland, OR
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