It was thought that the deaths of the innocent fell on her pale shoulders.
A rudimentary trial was constructed so that the people could determine whether she possessed corrupt power. If she floated when bound, the evil spirits guiding her would be made known.
At least she wasn’t a witch.
Aaron is a high-school student in central Indiana.
“Why do they even have planes that drop salt on the runways?”
“Here in Malaska the airports are unattended. The runways get frozen up and there’s no one to de-ice them, so the planes do it themselves before they land.”
“And we’re hijacking one…”
“Yes. We’re assaulting a salting airplane.”
Jared Brown, secret agent, mouthed a silent “Thank you” to the eccentric elderly gentleman who had insisted he install the high-tech self-deploying winch into the boot of his European sports car, which was currently hanging by said winch, with him inside it, from the ledge of an exceedingly tall cliff.
@captainmakr responded to my request for two nouns and a verb over Twitter with the words “car”, “boot”, and “hang”.
I chose to use the word “boot” in the British sense, to mean the trunk of a car. Creative license!
“Duck!”
“That’s not a duck; it’s a goose!”
It wasn’t a duck; it was a goose.
“No, I’m using the imperative form of the verb ‘to duck’.”
“Really? That’s one of the most obvious jokes in the world, like saying someone broke the G-string on their guitar.”
“Tee hee. G-string…”
When I asked twitter for a prompt of two nouns and a verb, @RvLeshrac suggested the words “Duck”, “duck”, and “goose”.
“What do you think would happen if a yodeler got turned into a zombie? Would it cry for our brains with yodels?”
“…No.”
“Ok, stupid question, fair enough. Oh man, you know what would be really freaky, though? Zombified birds. Because they could fly.”
Sometimes I really hate my friends.
@DashP responded to a request for two nouns and a verb with the words “zombie”, “yodels”, and “fly”.
“Ye gods!” exlaimed the Brundlefly.
“What is it!?” cried the Teleporter.
“It did it again!” shouted the Brundlefly. “The Teleporter just spoke to me!”
“Calm down,” said the Mutated Mannequin. “We all have the gift of speech in here, remember?”
“Will you stop making that infernal racket?!” demanded the Floorboards.
@Matt_LRR responded to my request for two nouns and a verb with the words “brundlefly”, “teleporter”, and “mutated”, which is actually two nouns and an adjective, but I decided to go with it anyways.
Nathan Nawlins always walked around with his chest puffed out because it was so full of music. He’d sing you a song at the drop of a hat. (His hat-dropping song was particularly obnoxious.)
The last song he ever sang was titled, “This rag stuffed in my mouth tastes strange.”
I’ve always wanted to dip my toes in the Atlantic Ocean, but I don’t have a car, and besides, I could never afford the gas, so last week I climbed into a box and mailed myself to Prince Edward Island. A red-haired girl read me poetry and sent me back.
Dr. Snyder was a proud papa: his android, A.L.Y.S., was leaving the lab to join human society.
To him, she was the most amazing thing he had ever created.
He tearfully sent her on her way, only to watch her stop ten feet later to talk to a parking meter.
This is the seventh in a series of seven stories from King Kool, who has previously contributed the Bumbling Magician and Kissing Frog series.
A.L.Y.S. was very eager to receive her latest improvement, the capacity to understand taste and flavor. She would not gain nutrients, but she could improve her assimilation into human society.
Unfortunately, the three-course meal Dr. Snyder cooked her went cold as she gleefully refused to stop tasting her empty spoon.
This is the sixth in a series of seven stories from King Kool, who has previously contributed the Bumbling Magician and Kissing Frog series.