22 responses to “Microcosms 13”

1. 

   Geoff Holme

   25 March 2016

   @Geoff Holme
   #FlashDogs
   Word Count: 110
   Baker / Bakery / Comedy

   Happy Family

   “AWRIGHT, ME LUVVER?”
   The loud noise made Billy Bun the Baker bash the counter. Wincing, he squinted at Saffron and Chelsea.
   “How are you, Dad?”
   “Steaming angry!”
   “You’re a hot, cross Bun then?”
   “Hilarious… You two been baking hash brownies?”
   “Possibly,” they sniggered in unison. ”Asleep on the job, were you?”
   “Just restin’ me eyes.”
   “We saw.”
   “Nearly put up a sign – “Do Not Disturb – Baker’s Dozin’!”
   “You back for Easter?”
   “Yup.”
   At uni they’d been nicknamed “The Bath Buns”. Loud retching noises came from the flat above.
   “That Mum?”
   “Yeah… Morning sickness.”
   “She’s got a Bun in the oven?!”
   “S’right! Dough ain’t the only thing still rising round here!”

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   1. 

      Geoff Holme

      26 March 2016

      I forgot to add the subtitle: (Current Puns) 😉

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   2. 

      Firdaus Parvez

      27 March 2016

      Delightful 🙂

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2. 

   Daisy Warwick

   25 March 2016

   @Warwick Daisy
   Ant/ Inside an Egg/ Horror
   Words – 109
   Miscalculation

   “March!” shouted Lieutenant Colonel Byron Formicidae of the 871st Battalion.
   Hundreds of feet tip-tapped across the chipboard, but L.C. Byron knew from an experience the week before that the sound of their poaching wouldn’t register with the big pink ones.
   The young soldiers eagerly marched fifty abreast towards the lone, sweet-smelling object of the Queen’s desire.
   “Halt!” screamed L.C. Byron as the sphere loomed next to a steaming mug.
   The rip in its purple foil was the target for entry.
   L.C. Byron sniffed and prodded it with his foot.
   His limb glided through the object’s wall.
   A thick white substance engulfed his thorax and within seconds he was buried.

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3. 

   Brady Koch

   25 March 2016

   Target Practice

   The long range copper scope on the carbine had done the trick again. The zeppelin was a grand way for any modern dandy thief to make his escape, but it was as wide as a barn and no match for his rifle. Having led his men to the fairgrounds to investigate the heist at the mummy exhibit, Captain Phipps treated his men to a large puff of cotton candy as their quarry drifted back to earth in their punctured escape vehicle. His dessert burst from pink to red, followed by a pain in his chest. The mummy burglars had a rifle of their own and weren’t being alive.

   @BradyTheWriter
   108 Words
   cop/fair/steampunk

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   1. 

      Brady Koch

      25 March 2016

      Whoops forgot a word. (109 words) Delete the original entry if you like.

      Target Practice

      The long range copper scope on the carbine had done the trick again. The zeppelin was a grand way for any modern dandy thief to make his escape, but it was as wide as a barn and no match for his rifle. Having led his men to the fairgrounds to investigate the heist at the mummy exhibit, Captain Phipps treated his men to a large puff of cotton candy as their quarry drifted back to earth in their punctured escape vehicle. His dessert burst from pink to red, followed by a pain in his chest. The mummy burglars had a rifle of their own and weren’t being captured alive.

      @BradyTheWriter
      108 Words
      cop/fair/steampunk

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4. 

   Firdaus Parvez

   25 March 2016

   @firdausp
   (108words)

   ‘SuperAnts’

   SuperAnt8 perched high above, observing the troops as they marched to their destination. The two outer lines that of soldiers and the inner one of workers.

   Today was Operation Sugar.

   His bright red plastic underpants felt stiff but he wore it proudly over the blue spandex suit, it matched his boots and cape.

   His earpiece crackled.

   “Number eight, we have a situation here. Icing avalanche, workers stuck.”

   “Roger that, Number six, on my way,” he replied.

   Bugger, he thought, as he pressed the button on his underpants to switch on his jetpack, what a messy job. Now he’d get his cape all sticky, it took forever to clean.

   Ant/ bakery/ fantasy

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   1. 

      Geoff Holme

      27 March 2016

      Ants in pants? What a concept! Amusing yarn, Firdaus.

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   2. 

      Geoff Holme

      27 March 2016

      Ants in pants? What a concept! Amusing story, Firdaus.

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      1. 

         Geoff Holme

         27 March 2016

         Oops! Thought the original reply had disappeared into cyberspace…
      2. 

         Firdaus Parvez

         27 March 2016

         You’re so funny. I love your wit. Thankyou. I used to have a game called ants in the pants. Plastic ‘ants’ we had to press to get them to hop into a plastic pants. 🙂
5. 

   Stella Turner

   25 March 2016

   @stellakateT
   #FlashDog
   Chocolate bunny / field of Grass / Sci-Fi
   110 words

   The Sweetest Ingredient

   He’d hidden one hundred and fifty chocolate bunnies in the field of grass, his back ached but he’d been offered a sponsorship deal. Later today the hoards of excited kids would arrive at his farm for the annual egg hunt. He was hoping they wouldn’t be too disappointed. Fifteen years of doing this he was fed up of hiding the traditional ovoid.

   Anyway it was easier to put transmitters in the left ear of each bunny. The men in black had told him a signal was required. He thought the lucky ones were off to Disneyland. Not Alpha-Gamma-Dogstar to be the traditional ingredient in eggs for their offspring’s Easter hunt.

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   1. 

      Voima Oy

      25 March 2016

      Brilliant! love this story!

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6. 

   Voima Oy

   25 March 2016

   Happy Easter
   @voimaoy
   110 words
   chocolate bunny/table/horror

   The ham was fragrant in the oven. Jerry and Lucy had set the kitchen table with the vintage linen cloth in a cheery tulip print.

   David and Sharon began unpacking the appetizers–the hummus and spinach dip, carrot sticks, celery and cherry tomatoes. Jerry opened the wine.

   “How have you been,” Lucy asked, adjusting the seasoning for the mashed potatoes

   Sharon sighed. “Management is talking restructuring again. The whole department could be let go.”

   “I may get a buyout,” David shrugged. “At my age…”

   Sharon brought out the Easter basket–jelly beans and marshmallow chicks and 4 chocolate bunnies.

   “Life is so uncertain,” Jerry said. “I always eat the ears first.”

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7. 

   geoff

   25 March 2016

   @geofflepard
   110 words
   Cop, fair, steam punk
   Creating a seed bank
   PC Arbuthnot had two problems: a Catholic, his excessive libido complemented his vigorous sperm. At 2,4 he had sired 14 children. Physically and financially exhausted he moonlighted at Martin’s Magic Fair, providing security for the novel steam rides. Word of his fecundity spread and couples incapable of conception sought his services. Arbuthnot was unhappy, ready to leave; Mr Martin, albeit a stalwart of the Rotary hated the idea of disappointed customers. ‘Ingenuity, Arbuthnot. I will talk to Cook.’
   ‘Cook, sir?’
   ‘Creating children is like cooking, is it not?’
   And indeed Cook found the answer, securing Miss Crystal Palace 1851 to aide extraction and inventing the turkey baster the same afternoon.

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8. 

   A.J. Walker

   25 March 2016

   Sweet Revenge
   A.J. Walker

   Surrounded by broken jars the shopkeeper looked dazed. Sweets were strewn across the shop; it looked like a sugar rainbow had exploded.

   “I’m sorry Mr Jones.’ said PC Flanagan, surveying the scene. ‘But I’ll get her.”

   Jones studied the bite marks and wooden splinters in his arm.

   “When you do, you paddle that vixen. Hard.”

   “Knews the fair was back. Had to be you Kandy. These wrappers has you bang to rights too.”

   Kandy smiled, her wooden peg teeth streaked with liquorice and sherbet.

   “Fair cop. Can’t help meself.”

   Flanagan pressed an ebony button on the truncheon. The clockwork opened out the oak paddle like a Japanese fan with menace.

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   WC 110
   @zevonesque
   Cop, fair, steam punk

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   1. 

      Geoff Holme

      26 March 2016

      Nice one, AJ. Gives a whole new meaning to “beat cop”! I loved the pun in “fair cop”, and the wooden peg teeth to replace the the rotten dentition of a serial sweet sucker – genius! 🙂

      [ I wish, however, you’d remember to use that pesky comma in front of someone being addressed: “I’m sorry, Mr Jones.” and “Had to be you, Kandy.” 🙁 ]

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      1. 

         A.J. Walker

         26 March 2016

         Fair cop, Geoff (as opposed to the faintly ridiculous; fair cop Geoff).
         But yes, thanks. I must not rush. I must get better.
         I will, Geoff. Promise.
9. 

   Meg Kovalik

   25 March 2016

   @meg_mediocre
   109 words

   Cop; Fair; Steampunk

   The Unfortunate Event at the Fair

   “Welcome! Welcome all!”

   As the Mayor floated overhead in his lurid green zeppelin Constable Fitzwilliam surveyed the crowded park. His enhanced monocle worked overtime scanning for unauthorised nanotech amongst the shimmering capes and spectacular hats.

   There! Hidden within a bloom of confetti. A swarm of bright red dots flew up to the airship and began dissolving the hull.

   He fired a stream of paralysers at the source, hearing a shriek as they hit their target.

   Calmly strolling through the panicked revellers he approached the perp, a politely fuming lady in rose pink taffeta.

   “I do apologise, ma’am,” he doffed his hat, “but I’m afraid you’re coming with me.”

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10. 

    Iona Winter

    25 March 2016

    @waitahaiona1
    cop/steam punk/fair
    Word count: 100

    Smell.

    Through the crowds he spied her. She was the only person not dressed up like a Victorian crossed with a Jules Verne book.

    Bloody Steam Punk fairs, he hated them. All these people mincing about with their airs and graces looking like weirdoes.

    Why did he always get stuck on these cases? He’d asked the sergeant numerous times not to send him to any oddball undercover events. But did he listen? No.

    Then he saw her again, the woman he had been tailing for weeks. He could recognise her by smell alone—woody and spicy, like a hot cross bun.

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11. 

    Leara Morris-Clark

    25 March 2016

    Meating Ms. Steak
    cop/fair/Steampunk
    WC 110

    “What brings you here, Bernerd?”

    He began, “The doctor said I have high cholesterol, could have a heart attack, told me to stop eating meat. I love meat!”

    He paused and looked at the group leader. His eyes widened when he saw a T-bone steak sitting across from him.

    “Go on, Bernerd,” The steak insisted.

    He hesitated. “I’m a cop working security at the Steampunk Fair. I was on break so I decided to bob for apples. The apples taunted me.”

    He continued. “I think not eating meat is bad.”

    “What do you think?” Ms. Steak asked the group.

    The apples surrounding Bernerd bobbed up and down in sympathetic support.

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12. Meating Ms. Steak – LearaWrites

    23 April 2016

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