Saturday, April 18, 2015

P is for Prat


Pious Peter paged Peggy with his printer problem. Peggy put paper in the printer. Penelope pointed out that Peter was pathetic. “Paper is a primary problem. Any plebe can put paper in a printer.” Practical Peggy paltry attention. A psychic reading was pending.

Priya the psychic took Peggy's palm. “Peter is a prat,” she said.

Peggy peered over a pince-nez, probing Priya.

Peter is prone to posturing and pedantics.

Pedantic prats are a pestilence. Putting power in their palms is a problem. But pathetic people are permitted a path to peace provided they put posturing aside.”

[A drabble is a story in exactly 100 words]
[behold pathetic people and stop posturing, though of course these people rarely know who they are, so never mind]

Friday, April 17, 2015

O is for Omen

Owen owed his overbite to his Oracle Grandmother, Ophelia. Dr. Orson, Owen's odd orthodontist, objected to the ordinary. Owen's opulent orthodontia were occupied with opals and obsidian. Olive observed Owen, obscure in his oblique oddness. He was original. He occupied her mind. She was obsessed and obliged to make an overture. He was oblivious, obtuse. So Olive offered him an objective observation. “Your originality is outstanding! Join me in an occasional offering at the ocean, won't you?” Owen ogled Olive. Olives ocular adornments were as outrageous as his orthodontics. There was a faint odor of oranges: a good omen.

[A drabble is a story in exactly 100 words]

Thursday, April 16, 2015

N is for Negligee

Ninja source

Nimble Nate needed nearly nothing. He nibbled nectarines and narrated Norman's notes. In November Nate napped. At noon as Nate narrated Norman's notes he noticed “negligee”. Nellie's negligee. Nellie was new to Nantucket. And nice. But Nate knew naught about negligees. They were nearly nighties, but also nearly nothing. Nellie's neglige nagged at him. Now Nate needed to know. At night Nate drove Norbert, his new Nissan, to Nellie's. He knocked but nobody answered. Nervously he navigated near the window. Was Nellie in her nifty negligee? Or naked? He saw nothing then found himself neck-locked! Nellie was a Ninja!

[A drabble is a story in exactly 100 words]
[Alex is also a ninja--I will be asking him questions about his new book Monday because Q is for questions]

My favorite N-Thing--My daughter, who turns 20 this month

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

M is for Music

Mahogany mandoline

Mary's misanthropic mother wanted to make her major in marketing. “You will make more money managing men in marketing maneuvers than making music on your mahogany mandolin.”

Mary mourned. “But  making music makes me merry.”

“Money can modify most anything. Make your money marketing merchandise.”

Mary was mad. Marketing merged monkey moves with manipulation and managing minions.

But then Mary met Mike. Mike was a magician, a man who made money mesmerizing the masses. Mike managed to make Mary's mother understand. Mary missed music.

Mary majored in music and married Mike and now makes music for millions.

[A drabble is a story in exactly 100 words]


Tuesday, April 14, 2015

L is for Lucius


Loony Leonard lured lemurs to his lanai with lemons, leeks and lollipops. The lemurs quickly learned their lesson and enlisted llamas as loud liaisons. The llamas lounged on Leonard's lawn, lisping limericks and laughing, while the lemurs limboed and lobbed lemmings at Leonard. Ladies laughed until Lucius took pity. Lucius loved luxurious lavendar lingerie. He lived for the lunar cycle and licked his lips to make them luscious. The lemurs leered suspiciously until Lucius displayed the lamé. Lemurs love line-dancing in lamé, even if they look ludicrous. Lucius invited all to perform live. The llamas leaped and lonely Leonard laughed.


And now, a llama limerick... because... L

There once was a llama from Guam
Who wanted to go to the prom
But his date did confess
He looked bad in his dress
So he settled for a big photobomb

Monday, April 13, 2015

K is for Knight

Kishu Kens like Kibble
Karl was a kind kite-maker from Kiev. Karina kept a kangaroo kennel and made kibble for kishu kens and kettle korn for kids. Kevin was a kinky kleptomaniac and kidnapped Karina. Karl kicked himself for not knowing Kevin's proclivities.

Kevin proclaimed, “I am king! Kiss me Karina!”

Karina kneed him in the knee but then he waved a knife and knotted a knapsack to her and knelt.

In came Karl with Karina's kangaroos! The kangaroo kicked Kevin and Karl knocked him from his knees. “Your knavery's kooky!” He knelt before Karina and un-knotted the knapsack.

“My knight!”

[A drabble is a story in exactly 100 words]
[This drabble was exactly 100 words the very first time I checked—that rarely happens]

Saturday, April 11, 2015

J is for Justice

Jonquils
Jowly Janna jinxed Joe to jerry-rig Jersey. Janna envisioned jewels and jonquils in June if elected justice. Sadly, Joe was a juggler. He juggled jars of jello and though they looked jewelish, they were only jiggly. Janna's jinx gave Joe jitters and he dropped the jello; it jumped jovially onto everyone from junkies to judges. Jill loved Joe and judged Janna's jinx unjust. Jackals and jaguars were more judicious. Jill jammed Janna's jukebox with juxtaposed Journey and jazz jacked the volume. Janna uncontrollably danced a jig, earning jeers from jaundiced jokesters. Janna failed to be elected justice. Which was justice.