Humour

#97 -Display

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“All the chicks are, like, “Whoa! Is that really,….?!””

“And I bet you’re all “Yeah, baby – It’s me!””

Their chirping laughs rang loud around the curved walls.

“I’m telling you; if you have the right bling they’ll let you do anything.”

Legs bent and muscles stretched.  The cool morning air shook with squawking jeers.

“Just gotta show them what you got.  And remember the breath mints.”

….

A young girl pressed her face to the bars.  “Hey Mommy, look at the pwetty birdies!”

“They’re Peacocks, dear,” her Mother replied, watching on.

She whispered beneath her breath.

“Emphasis on Cock.  Small C.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Image by Anthony Delanoix via Unsplash.

Well, would you look at that: it’s election day in the US of A!  I’m a Brit so I couldn’t possibly comment.  It’s important to get out and vote, though: you can never complain about the result if you didn’t take your stand and be counted.

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#94 – Opulence

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Shards of crystal shook with each thundering crack of feet on the marble floor below: a hundred shoes raining to the ground as hands met, palm on palm.  The chandelier swayed.  Wax dripped.

At each turn of the music a sighing hiss filled the air.  Silk skirts brushed the thighs of men, teasing them as their wives looked on.

Jenny watched the dance from the corridor,  the golds and blues of the scene reflected in the young maid’s gaze. Behind her, others carried chamberpots from the room.

“Remember, girl,” called the housekeeper.  “Their piss smells just as sweet as ours.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Peter Oswald via Unsplash.

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#82 – Intense

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“It’s,……. lovely.”

“Really?!  Do you think so?”

Jemima’s mother was clapping her hands wildly and bouncing on her toes.

On the driveway before them sat a car.  The metal and glass shone proud in the early morning sun.  The fresh-from-the-factory tires lay scuff free on the brick floor.

“A BMW, Mum,…. wow,…”

“It’s all yours!”  Jemima’s mother ran forward and took the teenager’s hand, guiding her towards car.  The goth girl blinked.

“Soooooooo?” God, why was her mother smiling?

“So,….” Jemima saw her black skirt reflected in the paint.

“I didn’t know they made BMWs in Bubble Gum Pink,…”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Picture by Mason Jones via Unsplash.

Today’s One Word Title was suggested by Angelica Kidd, writer of the “Life of an Aspiring Writer” blog.  On reading the word, a hot pink colour sped into my mind.  That probably says a lot about me but I’ll leave that to my therapist 😉

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#80 – Hyperbole

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“Did you SEE that catch?!”

Mr. Kirby was jumping in the grandstands, his fists punching into the air.  The crowd around him were on their feet: the roar was deafening.  Mrs. Kirby covered her ears.

“That’s my boy!  Left the other guy for dust!  Always a safe pair of hands.  Always said so, haven’t I?!”

Mrs. Kirby was peering onto the pitch, far below.  Her husband didn’t seem to notice.

“Man, nobody ever catches like that!  Did you see the way he launched himself forward,…?”

“Bryce,….”

Mr. Kirby was still whooping in glee.

“Bryce!”

“Yes dear?”

“That’s not our son.”

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Image by Abigail Keenan via Unsplash.

Today’s word comes from yet another Doctor Who star – this time the wonderful Barnaby Edwards.  Barnaby is a director and actor for Big Finish and also a frequent Dalek operator in the TV series!  You can find him over on Twitter @BarnabyEdwards.  Thanks for the word, Barnaby 🙂

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#64 – Poet

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Joel closed his eyes and took a breath, his hands rising and reaching out into the sun-dappled air.  His chin rose as he felt the words spring from his chest and force themselves from his lips.

Worlds swirled in his imagination.  Wild realities and lost loves poured from his soul, forming into crude reality with each flick of his tongue.  His heart ached at each new phrase, tears fell as he knitted verse to verse.

A roll of distant thunder greeted the finale.  It was perfect.

The Eight year old boy watching him coughed.

“Mister,…. why didn’t it Rhyme?”

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Curtis Mac Newton via Unsplash.

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#59 – Cheek

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All around the room flames roared and span through the air: blue and red funnels shooting from the base of each hob, the blazing inferno bringing sweat to the skin of the paramedics kneeling at the floor.

The apprentice looked down at the prone form of Chef Tyler, his harsh, furious gaze now dull and powerless.  Spittle still leaked from the corner of his mouth.

“What did you say to him?” one of the Sous Chefs nudged the apprentice, his mouth agape.

“Nothing,…”

The apprentice shrugged.  Chef Tyler twitched.

“Just that his soup could do with a little salt,…”

(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Michael Browning via Unsplash.

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#56 – Trapdoor

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The wooden boards above creaked, curtains of dust sluicing down and stinging Benedict’s eyes.  He blinked it away and looked at his watch.  Two minutes.

He couldn’t hear the argument above but he knew what it was about.  It was the same night after night.  One girl, one guy, a star-crossed love affair turning sour due to the machinations of a Stage Magician.

It really wasn’t a good play.

Benedict looked at his watch again.  2 minutes.

He tapped it.  Nothing happened.  There was silence above.

Scrambling up the ladder, he peeked through the trapdoor.

Damn.

The Stage Magician was late.

(c) Tim Austin 2016.  Promo image by Lloyd Dirks via Unsplash.

Today’s one-word story title was suggested by Fionn Grant of lionaroundwriting.com.  He’s not wrong about the castles and the whisky: I’ve visited.  You can follow him on twitter (if that’s your bag) @FionnGrant.

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