The Follies of Dainty-Dilly-Dalliness and Mysterious Eggs

The dwarves sat effort-knotted clenching the gnarled stump between them.  Derp hunched, tongue jammed up one toadstooly-nostril with effort.  He painted a wobbly line on the robin’s egg.

“Ack!  My fingers are too thickish for this dainty-dilly-dalliness,” he huffed.  “I don’t like painting eggs. I want to go home!”

Herp leapt to his feet, his bad eye spinning.

“I can help!” he cried.

With a grin as big as summer, he dug around in his pocket and produced a suspiciously large leathery egg.

“I found THIS one in the swamp!”

Derp grinned at the croc’s egg.

“I think you should just keep that prize in yer pocket awhile, Herpy boy.”


This is the latest entry in the 100-Word-Challenge for Adults.  This week’s challenge was the second part of two.  We were to take the last 10 words of another participant’s story and use it somewhere in our entry for this week.  You can see the original challenge here.

If you’d like to see the story I used the last 10 words from, visit How the Cookie Crumbles and read that story here.

To see my other 100-Word-Challenge entries, and more installments of this saga, go here.

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.


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: