The Solid Chair

I was googling around for a short story prompt generator or something like it. I thought I would just find a random prompt to use to write some short stories to get to know my characters more. I’m gearing up for NaNoWriMo this year after taking a break and I think I’ve finally decided on a set of characters that I’d like to write about. And so, google provided, and I came across something very interesting that I would like to share with you all.

You fill in what the generator asks and it will generate a short story to laugh at and enjoy.

https://www.plot-generator.org.uk/story/

Here is the story that the generator came up with:


The Solid Chair

A Short Story
by writercookie

Evie was thinking about Magnus again. Magnus was a modest mountain with big hands and tall hair.

Evie walked over to the window and reflected on her serene surroundings. She had always loved calm Narva with its round, ripe rivers. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel nervous.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a modest figure of Magnus .

Evie gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an articulate, smart, wine drinker with hairy hands and petite hair. Her friends saw her as a bitter, blushing bird. Once, she had even saved a beautiful baby that was stuck in a drain.

But not even an articulate person who had once saved a beautiful baby that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Magnus had in store today.

The sun shone like dancing deer, making Evie relaxed. Evie grabbed a solid chair that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Evie stepped outside and Magnus came closer, she could see the handsome glint in his eye.

Magnus gazed with the affection of 1173 generous huge horses. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want to talk.”

Evie looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the solid chair. “Magnus, don’t tell everyone what happened,” she replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two courageous, calm cats walking at a very sweet dance, which had quartet music playing in the background and two kind uncles chatting to the beat.

Evie regarded Magnus’s big hands and tall hair. “I feel the same way!” revealed Evie with a delighted grin.

Magnus looked concerned, his emotions blushing like a tiny, thirsty table.

Then Magnus came inside for a nice glass of wine.

THE END

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Lol! This tickled my unusual funny bone and made my day. I’ll have to try this out with my writer friends as soon as possible.
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An experiment gone awry

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

This week’s photo prompt is provided by artycaptures.wordpress.com.


An experiment gone awry

Molly always had trouble sleeping. She got into the habit of browsing online when she couldn’t rest, and more recently scrolling through Buzzfeed to do pointless quizzes until she was tired enough to try and sleep again.

One night she stumbled upon an interesting article. Inspired, she jotted down the ingredients and their measurements for a mug cake. It was time for experimenting.

Her roommate, an unnecessarily uptight teacher with a secret love of baking, was luckily asleep on the couch. Molly closed the kitchen’s door. Hopefully Blair wouldn’t notice anything missing. She was always so observant.

She mixed it all together, excited to taste the chocolate treat the recipe promised. Three minutes later, Molly opened the microwave’s door and was horrified.

It looked nothing like the pictures! She must have gotten something wrong. With a cloth, she took out the mug with its overflowing lave-like chocolate mix. Molly got a fright as Blair’s dishevelled form stood behind her.

“My foot!”

“Blair! I’m so sorry.”

It was a funny story to tell the ER nurses.


(175 words)

I had trouble with the word limit on this one. It was such a fun prompt!

Pat Bill Tandem

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

FFfAW

Week of 08-08


Pat Bill Tandem

“Slow down!”

“It’s not my fault that you have little legs, Pat.”

“It is. You have all of the good genes.”

“You’re older than me!”

“That’s not my fault.”

“How can you blame me then?”

Muscles are burning. No one needs this. “Why are we doing this?”

“I wanted you to use your little legs for once and do something active.”

“Mom made you do it, didn’t she?”

“Yep.”

Breathless. He’s breathless too. Here comes another hill. This is it- I’m actually dying. Tomb stone will read: Here lies fat Pat. He never made it up that hill. It burns. “How much?”

“Ten dollars.”

At least we freestyle down. Bill breaks sharply, almost sending me flying into his sweaty back. “We’re done. How do you feel?”

Tired. Sweaty. Chaffed. Thirsty. I catch my breath after a while. “You know what? I don’t actually feel that terrible. It was pretty good.”

Bill smiles and we let the old bike fall onto the grass. “Never again?”

“Never again.”

We do this every Sunday. I hate it.


(174 words)

 

Furry hero

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 06-06 through 06-12-2017

Prompt provided by Pamela S. Canepa.


Furry Hero 

Getting lost was easy. There were only trees, and more trees, and more trees around me. And behind me. And in front of me.

I found a large rock to stand on, hoping that it would give me a vantage point to find civilization again. I managed one leg over the edge and struggled for some time to pull the rest of myself up onto it. Should have used my gym membership a bit more. Breathless, I did a power stance with my hands on my hips. It’s good to feel confident even when you feel like crying.

I did what I always did best; I yelled and screamed.

A very hairy hand came up from behind and clamped my mouth shut. I closed my eyes, thankful. I turned to face my hero. I gasped, it held out it’s paw to me.

It had to be a male bear. His cave was dishevelled, his bed unmade, dishes waiting in the sink.

He called the police. I got ice cream on my way home.

Crap. I hope the others are okay.


(180 words)

I was feeling silly. Obviously, you’d yell if a bear put it’s paw on your face.

30 Day writing challenge: The last stretch

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 27: I am way too sober for this. Prompt 28: The bone crunched. Prompt 29: You knew? Prompt 30: I killed it. 


I am way too sober for this, like uncle Jerry always says. It was me against the spider. A very unwelcome guest in my bedroom. I had thrown a few books at him, but he dodged and dipped past every hard cover that flew towards him. It turned, it’s brow furrowing. He picked up his legs like a ninja before lunging. I slapped it to the side, hearing the bone crunch in my hand. But I was too manly to feel it. He scurried on the bed. Without a second thought, I dived on him to show him who was boss.

I threw my guest toward the door, ready to kick him out, when mom came in.

“What are you doing?” She asked. “You’re supposed to get ready for bed, Bobby.”

I pointed toward the spider. “It attacked me.”

The room changed back as mom picked up the stuffed toy. No more play time. It’s one leg was slightly torn with white stuffing coming out of the wound. “I’ll take the unwelcome guest back to the dog then,” she said.

“I killed it,” I said, getting into bed. She kissed my head and put off the light.

“Good night, sweetie.”


(200 words)

I was four days behind, and I feel so bad about it! But I hope this last story makes up for it. I will post the list of prompts soon.

30 Day writing challenge: Day 25

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 25: White carpet.


Neil was never good at parties, but it was his brother’s thirtieth birthday, and his wife had insisted that he be there. He stood by the window, listening to Nancy’s speech.

“And remember, she said. “don’t you dare mess anything on the white carpet.” She paused. “I will kill you.”

Everyone laughed and dispersed. Neil knew she wasn’t kidding. As everyone came in earlier, she made them take off their shoes. He noticed a small woman standing near the fireplace, completely frozen. Her wide eyes caught his. She motioned for him to come closer.

“Cold?” he asked.

Wordlessly, she moved her leg to reveal a large burgundy stain on the carpet. “In a way,” she said.

Neil stood next to her to help hide the stain. He knew Nancy would transform into her inner dragon at the sight of it.

“What should I do?” she asked.

“Don’t move,” Neil said. “Don’t draw attention to yourself.” He tried to think of an escape plan. They smiled at Nancy as she came past. With her back to them, Neil grabbed the woman’s hand and quickly ran for the door.

They ran faster as they heard Nancy’s shrill scream.


(196 words)

A complicated way of getting someone to the airport

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dawn Miller for our photo prompt this week!


A complicated way of getting someone to the airport

I hated going out. There are extroverts, introverts, and then me. There is no scale for me, because I fell off of it.

I have apps for everything- food, clothes, books, etc. On Tuesdays I always ordered my favourite three-cheese pizza. When I lifted the lid to add my special ingredient (Parmesan- I like to make it a four-cheese pizza), I saw it. I picked up a piece, took a big bite of the gooey richness, and let the smell envelope me before I read it. Pizza is my one weakness.

In big, black letters it said: I poisoned the pizza. Come to the airport if you want to live.

I recognized my sister’s handwriting.

“This is a joke, right?” I asked as soon as she picked up the phone.

“Not at all, Ariel. Better get packing. I’ll see you at six.”

I threw the pizza out and got ready for bed. But my sister knew me well. Before long all I could think of was poison flowing in my veins. Around four I gave in and packed.

She waited with two tickets and a small vial filled with clear liquid. She only gave it to me once we were on the plane. It was oil. She used me against myself to go and visit her boyfriend, because she didn’t want to fly alone.

I deserved it.


(227 words) It’s a lot over the word count limit. I’m very sorry!

And I’m not sure if it’s an airport or a train station in the photo, so I just went with airport.