Category Archives: Amusing

Sunshine Guaranteed

“Oh no!” cried Granny Gramgrams as she watched the weather channel. “If it rains on Saturday, it’ll completely spoil the holiday picnic!”

“Don’t worry,” Sonny confidently assured her. “With my gigantic turbo fan, I can blow all the clouds away.”

That weekend, Sonny’s fan pushed Earth into an irregular orbit.


This story was based on a title suggested by Larissa Thiessen.

What Would YOU Do For A Klondike Bar?

“Welcome to Slogan Loco, where we bring taglines to life!

“Last week, we ‘gave you a break, gave you a break; broke you off a piece of that Kit Kat bar’: each contestant fractured two bones in exchange for chocolate!

“This week, what would you do for a Klondike bar!?”


This was story was based on a title suggested by Jordan Sevenhuysen via Facebook.

Squeezy Huggables

“Ooh, it says it’s recommended by four-of-five early childhood educators!” said the young mother, hefting a brightly decorated box. “Two for the kids, then?”

“Why?” grunted her husband, eyeing the Squeezy Huggables Parental Affection Replacement Device suspiciously.

“Between this and a nanny, we wouldn’t have to touch them at all!”

Not Patronized by the Over-Surgerized

“It’s barbaric!” she shrilled, her artificially smoothened, partially atrophied face stiff with a show of haughty dismay. “The thought of consuming such a creature!”

The manager watched the woman wobble out on four-inch heels.

“The octopus offended her,” he whispered to the chef. “With her looks, it must’ve seemed cannibalistic.”


This story was based on a request for prompts in the form of three adjectives beginning with the letters A, B, and C. The adjectives atrophied, barbaric, and cannibalistic, were provided by @keab42.

The Matador and the Yodeler

The care-free matador brought work home with him, dodging bulls by night and sidestepping commitments and responsibilities by day.

The stolid yodeler brought work home with her, bellowing music by day and shouting judgments and criticisms by night.

He reminded her of a song.

She reminded him of a cow.


This story is based on a title created by my sister, Lisa, while playing a microfiction party game that I will share via this site at some point in the future.

The Flee Market

“Grapplin’ hooks, skeleton keys, guard uniforms… I got everythin’ you need, man.”

“You charge a lot, Skivvy.”

“It ain’t easy to get stuff like this into my cell.”

“True dat.”

“But let me tell you, gettin’ nabbed for murder’s the most profitable thing I ever done. I’m makin’ a killing!”