Don’t Open the Red One


The red box sat on the toadstool tempting as a strawberry.  Next to it was its twin, less noticeably brown.  Herp The-Not-So-Clever Dwarf pondered this boxy mystery as the woodsy-shadows grew longer.  Even his ever-wandering eye stopped wandering; mesmerized.

“What do you suppose is inside?”  he asked Derp, his twin brother.

Derp was rear-to-him and busy wrestling a salamander from under a log.

“Whatever you do, don’t open them,” he grunted.

Too late.  Herp had vanished into the woods, a flurry of scurrying feet wailing like a siren as the contents of the red box pondered Derp’s behind with glowing eyes.

The above is my entry for the 100-Word-Challenge. The prompt this week was “…the red box…”

To see other entries, and more installments of this saga, go here.

Clowns and Shadows…and Herp


Moribund The Shadow Thing made his way, slithering from shadow to shadow among the clowns in the little room.  Their bawdiness was quieted by moonlight to blues and blacks.  This was his realm.  He grinned.

Closer to the sleeping child he crept.  The foolish clowns held their breath, waiting for the scream to shatter the night.  He leaned closer…

Light exploded into the room.  Gaudy colors shrieked through his brain and then all went dark.  Blinded.

“Herp, for Pete’s sake!” he hissed at the clueless dwarf.

“But I turned it off!”

The clowns laughed harder and Herp ran.

The above is my entry for the 100-Word-Challenge. The prompt this week was “…but I turned it off…”

To see other entries, and more installments of this saga, go here.

 

The Wooden Horse-Beastie


Photo courtesy of Julia's Place

The dwarf twins, Derp and Herp, stood pondering the object.  It perplexed them both, which wasn’t necessarily a hard thing to do.  Derp absent-mindedly rubbed his toad-stool nose and Herp’s roving eye wandered in a different direction entirely.

Derp broke the silence first.

“A horse-beastie made out of wood is an odd thing to find.”

Herp blinked his good eye and tried to look at it harder.  His bad eye was too busy watching a butterfly.

“I wonder how fast it goes?”  Herp asked.

Derp resisted the urge to slap his forehead and rolled his eyes.

“Does stupid hurt, Herp?”

The above is my entry for the 100-Word-Challenge. The prompt this week was the photo posted above.

To see other entries, and more installments of this saga, go here.

Hope in a Sklortch


Moribund The Shadow Thing hovered in the dusty gloom of the attic licking his wounds.  They were still raw after the Valentine’s Day Disaster.  He draped himself over the rafters like a sullen cob web and swore off females for the 302nd time.

“Love.  PAH!” he spat.

Something down in the darkness sklortched.

“Moribund?”

His heart flew into his throat and fluttered there like a moth.  It was Glenda Gloop.  She had come from the under the sink.  Up here.  Looking for him.  Conflicting emotions burned like a cinder.  What should he do?

Unexpected hope exploded.

“Glenda?”

Eyes closed, he leaped…

The above is my entry for the 100-Word-Challenge. The subject this week was “taking a leap of faith.”

Previous 100-word installments in the Moribund saga:

Toad Slide


The dwarves were under the wood pile again.  The Valentine’s Day disaster had passed but the tension had not.  The clammy moldiness was a comfort.

Herp poked a toad that stared at him blithely.

Derp sighed.  “I don’t think Moribund will ever forgive us, but if you look on the flip side…”

“A what slide?” Herp’s bad eye meandered toward Derp.

“Flip side.  Flip.  FLIP!”

Something warty wetly struck Derp in the side of the head.  It clung a moment before sliding down.

“What?  You said ‘flip!’”

“No, I said toad slide,” he spat shoving the toad down Herp’s pants.

The above is my entry for the 100-Word-Challenge. The prompt this week was “…the flip side…”

Previous 100-word installments in the Moribund saga:

 

Love Dies an Ugly Death Under the Sink


Glenda Gloop, the Under the Sink Thing, rolled her one bulbous eye at Moribund the Shadow Thing.  She flutter-lashed and his belly trembled.

“You’re looking very… erm… gloppish today, Glenda.”

She giggled a drain-water gurgle.  Moribund fidgeted.  His valentine was being ignored after all he’d gone through.  He poked the box closer with a shadowy toe, hopeful.

To his horror, she yawned and began to snore.  He deflated like a punctured tire and glared at the two dwarves.

“It wasn’t my fault!” Derp squealed.  Herp fainted.

Exasperated, Moribund crammed his gift into her guzzawing mouth and swore off love forever.

The above is my entry for the 100-Word-Challenge.  The prompt was “It wasn’t my fault.”

Previous 100-word installments in the Moribund saga:

Derp’s Dilemma


Derp and Herp the Dwarfs huddled under the woodpile.  Logs pressed on noggins but at least they could talk here.  Moribund the Shadow Thing was hunting for them.

“We’re out of time,” Derp spat.  “If we don’t have the gift by Wednesday he’ll fry our gizzards.”

“Has your nose gotten bigger?”  Herp leaned closer, examining with his good eye.

“Herp.  Focus.”

“It’s got sort of a knobby thingy.  Was that always there?”

Derp glared.  Herp stared back.  At least his good eye did.  The other wandered off in another direction.

“Idiot”, Derp sighed and poked Herp in the good eye.

The above is my entry for the 100-Word-Challenge.  The prompt was “Wednesday.”

Previous 100-word installments in the Moribund saga:

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Many of you know about the 100 Word Challenge that is run from 100wc.net. It is the original 100 word project and is for children under 16. We desperately need some more folks to comment of these brilliant pieces of work. I would be really grateful if you could add a note and a link on your blogs to encourage your readers to get involved. Many thanks!

Some of us over-16 folks here on WordPress have decided to participate in this challenge as well.  Every week a prompt and deadline are posted here.  Your goal is create a 100-word story around that prompt suitable for a PG-13 audience.  Once your story is complete you can submit your weekly entry by clicking here.

This week’s prompt was “Wednesday”.

Glenda Gloop’s Failed Surprise


Moribund the Shadow Thing moped over the cowering figure of Derp the Dwarf like a string mop stood on its handle.

“You bought her WHAT??”

“A-a box of chocolates,” Derp whined, wiping his toadstooly nose.

Moribund slapped his forehead.  Glenda Gloop, the Under the Sink Thing, was not a chocolates kind of gal.

“Why not a moldy sponge?  You know, something she might actually LIKE?”

Derp sighed.

“Everyone gets her moldy things.  I wanted to surprise her.”

“We need to rethink this.”

Moribund popped one of the chocolates and slowly chewed.

“I really hate Valentine’s Day.”

The above is an entry in the 100-Word Challenge I’ve started participating in.  If you’d like to know more about it or join in, click here.  This is a bit different than the Friday Drabble but just as fun!  The prompt was “…you bought her what…”

Previous 100-word installments in the Moribund saga: