Friday Fictioneers
Friday Fictioneers is here! Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, it is creating a 100 word (+/-) story from the picture prompt above.
After reading my entry below, click —> Here <— for the rest of the entries. Enjoy!
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“Personal Music”
By Scott L Vannatter -100 Words
“It’s my birthday present,” Jacob said with some defiance.
“I know that,” his Mother retorted,” but you tore it apart. Now it won’t play anymore.”
“I have been … working on it.”
“Oh My God. What have you done now?” She was so very tired of Jacob taking things apart to do other things with them. The last little escapade was him trying to create a self-running iron. She had to buy a new iron and three shirts.
Jacob looked at her and said nothing. Instead he opened his mouth and a symphony began playing.
He stopped when she fainted.
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Namaste,
Scott
Comments
I can just see Mom collapsing. It made me wonder what song was playing when he opened his mouth. A great write, Scott.
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Must’ve been an Elvis hit!
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Hi Scott,
Great, wild ending and I liked the interplay between the mother and her son. I’ve actually known some children like that, and I think they just have a big natural curiosity about how things work. Entertaining and creative story. Ron
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Yes, I was,,,one of those children.
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lol that was pretty cool. and if there’s such thing as a running iron, i’d like to get one ^^
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I think it would be a huge seller.
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What a great twist on that story. Loved that!
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That certainly means a lot to me!
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THAT was funny!
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So glad you liked it.
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Ha.. next thing will be self-running irony … 🙂 making himself into a cyborg is going a little far.
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lol,I love that!
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Haahaa! Loved it! The dialog feels so natural and the ending has such a great twist! I think I would have fainted (or maybe farted – like Bert had suggested? 😉 ) too. Great story!
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lol, I love it!
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Dear Scott,
OMG, I gave birth to the same child by a different name. My youngest kept dismantling his drums and used the parts to create other things. Fortunately for me he never constructed an iron.
Too funny for more words. ROLMAO
Shalom,
Rochelle
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That should be ROFLMAO…left out the F
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I always take the intent and that was there.
Make it “Roll Over” and it works.
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🙂
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Dear Scott,
I have been sitting here laughing non stop for about two minutes. the chuckles are still coming and I can only bow down to your comic genius and say, “I’m not worthy.” Very well done and thanks for the laugh.
Aloha,
Doug
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Love getting the laughs, especially when I am doing comedy!
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It was a great read, although my strange mind replaced some letters in the last word, so an accompannying rythm would reverberate.
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… and at least two typo’s in my reverberating comment …
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Oh, do tell!
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“…. he stopped when she farted!”
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Yes! A man after my own thoughts! That would have been great!
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LoL
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Very clever, Scott, liked it!
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Thank you!
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Now that’s amazing!! I want to know if he’s plugged in, though. Could be a problem if there’s no outlet. 🙂
janet
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Hmm, Breakfast…he is “juiced.”
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Now that is spooky. Great idea Scott.
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🙂
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Hi , Namaste. Funny and enjoyable as usual.
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Glad you liked it.
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