I used to go to a summer camp.
Which was really just a community camp at a nearby grade school.
Swimming… field games… listening to old records.
Boring shit.
The end of the summer camp was a watermelon hunt, with clues all over the schoolgrounds.
Kids running from place to place, all ending up at the softball diamond or the flagpole.
Me, I didn’t give a crap, because I hated watermelon.
I’d shout out the dumbest and wrongest answers to the clues.
I ended up tied to the flagpole.
As long as I didn’t have to eat that rancid watermelon.
Author: R.
Cradle to grave
They say that life is what happens between cradle to grave.
But what happens when you put a baby in a cradle and drop it in a grave.
So, we set up an experiment.
We built a cradle, babysat a neighbor’s baby, and then put the baby in the cradle.
Then we dug a grave and tossed the cradle into the grave.
While the baby was still in it.
The results were as expected: the baby cried loudly.
Then, after a while, the baby stopped crying.
Thankfully, because it was asleep, not dead.
Or we wouldn’t get paid for babysitting.
The pebble
Shang-Li was dropped off at the temple when he was three, and was trained day and nights in the art of Shao-Lin by the monks.
“If you can snatch the pebble from my hand, it will be time to go,” said the master.
Shang-Li failed to snatch the pebble for years.
Longer than any other student.
In all that time, he mastered spears and hand-to-hand-combat and stealth and pretty much every other skill.
But snatching the pebble?
Nope.
Eventually, the master left his hand open, and Shang-Li was forced to take the pebble.
“It’s a stupid test anyway,” he said.
Kanye
During one of my recent walks, I saw a car plastered with multiple anti-Semitic messages that were in support of Kanye West’s rants.
Jews own 90% of the media.
Jews hate America.
Jews control the economy.
That sort of shit.
Since I was a child, I’ve known there’s sick and ignorant people in this world.
And there’s nothing you can do to fix them.
I haven’t seen it since.
Maybe they tore off the messages.
Maybe they were visiting a friend.
Maybe they got towed away for their expired registration, which I called the parking lot tow truck number about.
The taste of blood
I’m no stranger to the taste of blood in my mouth.
I had braces when I was a kid, metal ones.
With exposed wires.
My brother got wax to put over his braces to protect his cheeks and lips.
But I didn’t.
I had to take candles from the dining room cabinet and melt them down into protectors.
Which didn’t help much when my brother was punching me in the face.
Or telling his friends to.
When the braces came off, I wanted to melt them down into a knife.
And stab every one of those fuckers in the face.
Weekly Challenge #927 – PICK TWO Bookcase, Verdict, Sprint, Crisp, Vulgar, Pregnant
That Erica Writes site I was talking about with Friday prompts (and she does a 50-worder where you write the last 50 words).
LISA
Escape
Someone whispered ‘Good Luck’ as we set off tiptoeing up the stairs, slow shaky steps away from our prison. We found ourselves in a narrow dimly lit corridor. The air smelled fresher up there: we had been locked up a while. The walls were lined with bookcases, like helpless moths we made for the light at the end of the passageway.
My nose twitched at the faint smell of a coal fire ahead. As we approached the floorboards, that had been as quiet as the grave, gave a bloodcurdling screech and we sprinted back to the safety of the basement.
RICHARD
Ikea? – I can’t!
“So, what do you think?”
I could tell from the pregnant pause, and the slightly embarrassed look on my wife’s face that my flat pack building skills could possibly need a little more work.
“Well… It’s a bookcase, of sorts”, she mumbled.
That was a bit of a blow.
“A bookcase? It’s supposed to be a bedside cabinet!”
“Ah”, she continued, “so what exactly is that other pile of wood and screws, then?”
“Spares!” I replied confidently.
She took my hand, and smiled solicitously, “Tell you what, love, why don’t we just buy a ready-made one from the store?”
ZACKMANN
After a Christmas dinner I opened my gift from my son to find I had received a DVD copy of “The Hogfather” which I had been hinting I wanted for a year and a half. I thought it would be cool that my future rewatches would be advertisement free. It could rest on top of the Pratchett paperbacks when not in the video player.
Not to be outdone, my son’s wife handed my wife, She Who Must Be Obeyed, her gift. My wife opened a framed picture of an ultrasound. I now expect my superhero name will be Grandpa Zackmann
TOM
October 25 1415
Our house is filled with bookcases. Floor to ceiling. Mostly pine with a few oak. It’s An eclectic collection from graphic novels to exploration of the Higgs boson. The complete works of Tolkien and the collected works of Shakespeare. While I have a soft spot in my heart for the Tempest the speech in Henry the V is wire in the blood. On field of Agincourt young Harry spoke:
Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
Bonanza
When I was growing up the number one program of TV was Bonanza. My Dad loved the show because during the war he met one of the actors. That was Dan Blocker. It’s pretty weird number of people my dad met during the war. Seems he got his front teeth knocked-out was actual written up for damaging government property. While in hospital he met a young Blocker recovering from wounds he sustained holding Pork Chop Hill. My dad remembered him as a gentle man in a huge body. He said he had size 14 boondocks. Dad always called boots boondocks.
NORVAL JOE
Mandi burst into tears. “We have to help those people.” She sprinted toward the meadow.
Billbert shot forward and caught her. “Wait. You don’t want to get shot too.”
The crisp chatter of semi-automatic gunfire continued from beyond the trees.
He pulled out his phone. “Darn. No connection.”
Billbert looked up at the sky. “Maybe I can get some bars above the trees. Stay here, please.”
Mandi wiped her nose with the back of her hand and nodded.
Phone in hand, Billbert shot above the trees.
The driver stood atop his septic tank service van, following Billbert with his AR-15.
TURA
Bookcase; Vulgar
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My Library exists more outside this world than in it. Those who enter in search of a long-lost tome may find it, if their heart is pure, but otherwise only a spurious imitation. Those drawn by vulgar curiosity will find only vulgar curiosities. Those who seek enlightenment may find it, or something they take for enlightenment but which drives them mad. And those who seek to know how the Library came to be are never seen again, following reference after reference, ever deeper amongst the endless corridors of bookcases.
Therefore take care what you seek, lest you find it.
PLANET Z
Guilty. On all counts.
Of what?
Edgar sat in his cell, unable to remember anything.
Okay, he knew his name. But nothing else.
A man came to talk to him. His attorney, he said.
He was filing an appeal.
For what, asked Edgar.
His attorney stared at him.
Are you serious?
Edgar was moved to a hospital and doctors examined him.
Complete memory loss.
Not guilty due to mental incapacity.
He was a free man.
Free to do what, asked Edgar.
His attorney showed him pictures, told him all kinds of things.
But Edgar just sat there and breathed slowly.
CHATGPT
Amelia’s bookcase overflowed with tales, a kaleidoscope of worlds waiting to be explored. One day, she discovered a crisp, forgotten letter tucked among the pages. It held a joyous verdict – she was pregnant! Overwhelmed with happiness, she sprinted to share the news with her husband. Their laughter echoed through the house as they embraced the impending adventure. Amidst the excitement, they cherished the vulgar beauty of life, finding love in every moment. The bookcase, witness to their journey, stood sturdy and proud, a silent testament to the chapters unfolding within their own storybook life.
Knitting
Dana rode the bus to work and back, so to pass the time, she’d listen to music and she took up knitting.
She started small, knitting socks for the homeless people on the bus.
Then she knitted scarves.
And then she knitted them some warm hats.
After that, she knitted blankets and sweaters.
Then, she knitted homes for them.
Knitting furniture and appliances to put in the homes.
Some asked her to knit booze and drugs for them.
With some reservations, she did.
A few went too far into alcoholism or drug abuse and died.
For them, she’d knit coffins.
Thank you for all the follows
Thank you to all you followers.
I follow some of y’all back. The things I find interesting. Or inspiring.
Some of y’all are recent. Some of y’all are longtimers.
Some of y’all left the platform long ago. And maybe even this life.
I hope you have found peace, whatever your y’all is.
Some people follow-spam and like-spam to get their name out there.
It’s okay. How they play it.
It’s like everyone in a public park.
You can use the grass for jogging, yoga, touch football, a picnic.
As long as the person walking their dog picks up after, right?
Trial period
I made the mistake of buying the free month trial of LinkedIn Premium, and now instead of getting a sprinkling of anonymous people viewing my profile, I get a torrent of anonymized people viewing my profile.
Me, I don’t hide my profile. If I look around, I look around.
And I will message them more often than not, just to tip the hat or a good morning or just something to brighten their day (or darken their doorstep).
And I do hope they’re doing well.
If they’re not, I hope they do what they need to make it well again.
No mayo
A burger is a burger, right?
If I want no mayo on a burger and the chef slops mayo all over it, should I scrape it off? Throw it out? Throw it in the chef’s face and yell WHAT THE FUCK DOES NO MAYO MEAN, FUCKER?
Some places make you pay first because they want to make it a hassle to get a refund or a redo when they screw up.
And some take pride in their work and only ask you to pay when you’re done.
I think that’s worth paying someone something extra to bring it to you.