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Tag Archives: humour
Davey, did you bring that map? Sure did, Jace. Why? Did you check it out before you suggested the shortcut? Um… You didn’t, did you? Why, what’s the prob? That, over there, that’s the prob. Is that the *isolated-back-of-beyond* Berny … Continue reading
She’d told Jeff she didn’t want Taffy’s homebrew beer. And he’d answered, “You wanted to come with us, be one of the fellas, so you’ll drink that beer.” Fine. Except Jeff and his mates were used to Taffy’s homebrew, and … Continue reading
‘Blinking heck, Julie, I love my job, I really do…’ ‘But?’ Kezlia’s friend prompted, the wine glass pushed encouragingly close to her nail-picking fingers. ‘Why’d they think cos I can organise a show that I can judge it too? Babies, … Continue reading
Careless, they accused. But they misunderstood. Not careless, said I, and defiant, stood. Carefree. Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt 14 words: Carefree
I’d made a mistake, I shouldn’t have enrolled on this course. I’d never wrap my head around this alien culture. “The body is then taken into the shrine,” the lecturer continued as onscreen an image appeared of what I’d swear … Continue reading
Major Marjoram was a trifle discombobulated to find a young man in his garden with palette and easel. ‘And who the blinking blighty are you?’ he bellowed across the hen-pecked yard. ‘Me?’ the young man looked round to see who … Continue reading
This wasn’t his first tour of duty; he’d been stationed here twice, though it was his first visit to this southern continent. He shuddered and quivered: his body’s rebellion. How did the grey techs do it? It wasn’t only the … Continue reading
Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake … Um, ladies … Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog. Ladies, wait! Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s … Continue reading
I like graffiti. Maybe it’s my (long-long ago) Art School training (graphic design). So yet again I’ve been unable to resist. And then there was this: Love it! It sat beside the same Marriot’s Way.