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Friday Fictioneers – “Row, Row, Row!” Humorous PG13

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Row, Row, Row!

By Scott L Vannatter – 100 Words

Derik looked out over the vastness of the ocean. Their dilemma made him more than a little nervous.

He looked at Cecil.

“What? You are still blaming me for the yacht going down, aren’t you?”

Derik answered with silence.

“I knew it! Well, it was an accident. The flare gun went off and the container of fuel…”

He began to lay down.

“Don’t!” Derik hollered, scaring him.

“What’s the matter?”

Don’t use the sleeping bag. It’s been two weeks and you look like a damn sandwich in it.”

“So? What are you….OWW!”

“Sorry, I tried to tell you.”

“Taste good!?”

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Namaste,

Scott

Friday Fictioneers – FF – 8/16/2013 – “Karma” PG13 (Humorous)

Friday Fictioneers –  8/16/13

“Karma”

By Scott L Vannatter

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I was the first to spot the, um, accident.

“Joe, lookee, an honest to goodness Acto’God.”

“Samuel, Samuel.  That’s not an Act of God.”

“Well, then smartie-pants, what is it?”

“That there’s a perfect example of Karma.”

“How’s that?”

“Well, see, an Act of God is when the storm blows the tree on your car and insurance won’t pay.”

“Yeah, so?”

“This is Karma because, Ken’s at work, Hallie’s home, and that’s not their car.”

“So, how does that make it Karma?”

“It’s the same car that’s been there for the last two weeks this time each day.”

“Oh, Ah…”

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Namaste,

Scott

Let Your Fingers do the Walking, but not while Driving

I saw the article, saw the clip, saw that it was almost 35 minutes long, and nearly didn’t watch it.

But something said to check it out; so, I did.  I am so glad that I did.  It wasn’t an easy clip to watch, but it was so important and so necessary.  I understand the pull to continue to communicate while driving.  I have felt that pull to text while driving.  I have never had to deal with the film’s contents; however, it still rings true and needs to be heard by all.

Please watch this clip…do what I did, promise 4-5 minutes of it to just see…I finished it.

Let Your Fingers Do the Walking, but not while Driving

I can’t add anything to what was on the clip.  I would like to hear from you out there.

What did you think?

Namaste,

Scott

Accidents – Long Version (Part 1)

Some time ago, I wrote a story for FSF (Five Sentence Fiction) entitled “Accidents”.  It got good response and one reader, “Hugs,” felt it deserved to be a longer tale.  I agreed to do that someday and today is that time.  I don’t know how long the story will be, so I can’t tell you how many parts.  I can say that my last one was four parts.  I do better with short stories right now; my concentration level stays up for them.  So, we begin:

“Accidents”

By Scott L Vannatter

7/8/13

(Based on the short story “Accidents” written for “Five Sentence Fiction”)

“Tommy Renko” – He stood back and thought about it.  The name would certainly go down in history.  Sometimes, that was a good thing; often, it wasn’t.  Here, it wasn’t.  He knew that his names would be on everyone’s lips once they figured it all out.  Heck, he wasn’t going to deny it if asked.  Yeah, word would get out.

Tommy thought back.  This certainly wasn’t the first time he would be known for his “accidents”.  His mom would know for sure who did all this.  He could see her face, again, looking that way.

First time was when he was about ten.  He had figured out how to fly.  He had created his “Renko Flyer” and set it up in the barn.  The old gas-powered plow had been connected and the guide rope had been hung from end to end of the old wooden barn.  He had just known that a fifty-two-foot acceleration would get the device to fly for several minutes.  He had climbed aboard and pulled the cord with the plow running.  The initial jerk had thrown him into the loft while the flyer had run down the rope, hit the side of the barn and burst apart, throwing gasoline and plow parts everywhere.  One of the parts had been hot enough and the entire structure had gone up in minutes.  Tommy had made it out, but his rear-end had hurt almost longer than his pride.

The second incident had been in high school.  He had not made the swimming team, but had decided that he could treat the swimsuits in a chemical bath that would reduce water friction and warm up the swimmers so they could do better.  He probably should have tested it and he probably should have told someone beforehand that he had done it.  Come to think of it, he probably should not have done it at a swim meet that was covered by the local media.  But, 20/20 hindsight was always there.  As it happened, the chemicals reacted with the chlorine in the water and, well, they unraveled totally while everyone was warming up in the pool.  No one had pressed charges, though he had worked for 2 months at school to pay for the new suits, and no students on the swim team talked to him for months, at least, not until the term “booty sharks” had not been mentioned for weeks by the other school members.

__End Part 1__

Namaste,

Scott

Five Sentence Fiction – 5/16/13 – Accident – Pg13

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Tommy Renko had lived his entire life with the word “accident” always being the one-word phrase that got him out of any trouble he managed to get into by trying things that should not be tried until tested much more stringently than he usually did.

There was the time he tried to invent a new type of engine fuel from apple rinds and only managed to ignite and burn to the ground his papa’s new hen house, costing the family most of the money sat aside for his college tuition in two years.

Then, there was the college incident in which the frat house had been reduced to ashes and, while no one was hurt, he had been asked to leave by both the fraternity and the college board; what losers.

So, after getting grants in the total amount of $300,000, he was about to set the world on end  by, finally, creating the cheapest, most economical and clean fuel ever conceived by civilization, merely by pulling one lever.

After about 2 seconds of humming, Tommy realized that, not only was he shrinking and that the entire living world was, likely, doing the same, but he could no longer reach the lever and turn off the machine causing the problem, and he really didn’t think that “accident” would cover it this time.

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