This weeks challenge is to use:
“Don’t sit there,” she commanded. “That’s the cat’s chair.”
in a story.
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The doorbell rang just as I was making my way down the stairs. I had my tuxedo on and I was ready to go. It’s going to be a night of rocking and partying.
My friends and I rented a limo and a small dance hall for the night. We’re throwing a big bash for one of our friends who is joining the Armed Forces. He’ll be leaving in two days.
“Hey, you ready?” Geo said after I opened the door.
“Just about man, I just have to grab some stuff from the kitchen, c’mon.” I replied.
Geo was all decked out in his classic James Bond tuxedo. His girlfriend was waiting out in the limo and we had to hurry so we could pick up everyone else including the U S Army’s newest recruit, Freddy.
“Dude, what are you doing? We gotta go.” Geo said impatiently.
“I know I know, just don’t distract me and I can go faster.” I told him as I gathered up a few things.
Just then our white cat came sashaying through the kitchen like she owned the place.
“Watch out…if she brushes up against your tux, your legs will be all white.” I told him as she was circling around the kitchen looking for attention. “C’mon Angel, get out of here…shooo!”
“Hey, git...get any from me.” Geo said as he tried to keep away from Angel.
“Angel…c’mere leave them alone.” My mother called to Angel as she walked in the kitchen. “Well look at you two…are you leaving now?”
“In a minute…” I answered.
“We are as soon as he’s ready…” Geo sarcastically answered my mother as he stepped back to sit down.
“Don’t sit there,” she commanded. “That’s the cat’s chair.”
“What…why…aw man!” Geo exclaimed as he turned to look at the back of his pants.
They were covered in white cat hair.
“That’s where Angel sleeps and cleans herself…” I told him as he was trying to brush off the cat hair. Then I handed him a wad of tape. “Here…try this…brushing it ain’t goin’ work.”
“Man, this is why we don’t have a cat.” Geo said while trying to remove the hair from his tux.
copyright Uncle Tee Books
Friday, June 5, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
[Fiction] Friday - May 29, 2009
This post is for [Fiction] Friday for May 29, 2009.
The challenge was to write a poem about "A Fallen Star"
A Fallen Star
The challenge was to write a poem about "A Fallen Star"
A Fallen Star
There it lies, in the pit of my mind.
The fallen star, and the trailing line.
It came from the black, of outer space.
It came from being, in just one place.
It shot across the sky, on a slight angle.
With no sounds, no jingle or jangle.
What made it move, and why so fast?
How long was it there? How long did it last?
This fallen star, helpless and cold.
I wonder your age, how young or how old.
Why have you fallen? Why are you here?
So many questions, I have for you dear.
But you can't answer, my fallen star.
I'll never know why you came, or who you are.
The fallen star, and the trailing line.
It came from the black, of outer space.
It came from being, in just one place.
It shot across the sky, on a slight angle.
With no sounds, no jingle or jangle.
What made it move, and why so fast?
How long was it there? How long did it last?
This fallen star, helpless and cold.
I wonder your age, how young or how old.
Why have you fallen? Why are you here?
So many questions, I have for you dear.
But you can't answer, my fallen star.
I'll never know why you came, or who you are.
copyright Uncle Tee Books
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Illustration Friday - Wise
Fun with the word "Wise"
I know these two guys, they are both very wise.
I know these two guys, they are both very wise.
But to my surprise, I had come to realize.
That no matter how wise, these two guys.
No matter the size, of their infinite wise.
These two guys, who are both very wise.
To their surprise, had also come to realize.
That no matter how wise, are these two guys.
That no matter the size, of their infinite wise.
They can't diguise, all the cries and the lies.
They can't surmise, all the many tries.
They can't advise, the very unwise.
They can't make tasty pies, or salty french fries.
So in fact they must rise, to claim their prize.
As simply the two guys, who are both very wise.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
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