I stumbled into the kitchen. Last night’s party was wild.
Loose word tiles from the magnetic poetry kit were scattered all over the floor.
I glanced at the refrigerator door. One foot up were two tiles: FEED ME.
I called out. Someone must have stayed.
But only the cat answered.
Candace Kubinec posts her stories at storydribbles.wordpress.com and her poetry at rhymeswithbug.com.
After Jack and his friends had turns at the piñata, Liza’s father put the bat in her hands. “You can go without the blindfold, since you’re littler.”
Jack protested, so the bandanna went around her temples. But there was a gap at the bottom.
She swung; Jack yelped. Sweet release.
Anna Zumbro is a writer and teacher in Washington, DC.
First their eyes danced, glancing and winking. Then their feet danced, carrying them in intersecting paths. Next came the dance of voices: introductions, banter, flirtation.
He anticipated the dance of lips: she replied with the dance of the open palm.
Nursing wounded pride and cheek, he retreated, his rhythm lost.
This story was based on a title suggested by @Wolfgang_Cloud.
When the Stevestons throw a party, they go all out. Balloons. Streamers. Karaoke. Tiki torches. Pony rides. Fireworks. Food from every imaginable ethnicity, and then some.
And giant cupcakes. Car-sized cupcakes.
Or so they claim. They’ve been living here for ten years, and still haven’t found a reason to celebrate.
It was like a real-world logic puzzle.
Bobby Blowfish should sit with Angela Angelfish, but he and Tommy Tuna don’t get along.
The Seahorse family should be near the dessert table, but keep them away from the punch bowl!
And no one wanted another “who let the orcas in” fiasco.
This story is based on a title suggested by @klancashire.
It was Jasmine’s birthday.
“It’s my birthday!” said Jasmine.
She had been born seventeen years before.
“I was born exactly seventeen years ago!” said Jasmine.
Jasmine wanted to have a party.
“Yay!” said Jasmine.
“Darling,” said Jasmine’s mother, “your birthday is tomorrow. Go back to bed.”
“Oh,” said Jasmine. “Whoops.”
At the end of the first season of their reality TV series, the members of Hephty Rithums gathered their producers and kru together to celebrate.
They had lobster, steak, caviar, champagne, and a dunk tank full of money, just because.
They offered to perform a song, but were politely declined.