Surreal & Fantasy Stories

GRAB A PROMPT leave a prompt II

feeds@yuku.com (Tommygoround) — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:27:05 GMT

1.) think of something you love

write about this thing while you have a carrot in your moth and a Q-tip in your ear. DO NOT FALL ASLEEP (or the Q-tip will poke your brain). *you can also try Q-tips in the nose if you have not lost your septum due to cocaine use.

2.) Now... please kill that thing you love by some exotic way.

3.) your character cannot blame G_d unless he/she wants to... and only then and if they REPLACE the word g_d with some odd word like... mailman....

Giant Gargantuan Gongurra (Children's fiction - 988 words)

feeds@yuku.com (banndwidth) — Fri, 03 Nov 2006 11:21:49 GMT

GGG was a dirty, nasty hood,
who, who, who
lived in the middle of the misty, marshy wood.

He was huge. He was rude.
He was oh so very crude.
He had a lot of hair.
He loved to scare.
The size of his dining chair,
was that of a full grown mare.
A nostril in the middle of his nose,
looked like the hole at end of a hose.
Had popping eyes,
with whopping sties.

Being mean without a pause,
Oh what a devily devil he was!
On any given day,
be...

Whim World (Children's Fiction)

feeds@yuku.com (banndwidth) — Fri, 06 Oct 2006 06:51:29 GMT

Hathi was an enormous elephant in- the -making. Sheaves of leaves, he heaved inside his mouth. Round mounds of grass he gobbled. Sugarcane he crunched. Hay he happily munched. Daily he had many dinners (after he had heartily lunched). At the tender age of two, Hathi had grown to resemble a ball with feet. His girth expanded visibly day by day,
so much so that his friends began calling him Fatty- Hatty. Fatty-Hattys mouth muscles were the most worked parts of his body.
But what do the...

Child Rescue

feeds@yuku.com (GeekFactor) — Wed, 26 Jul 2006 13:57:10 GMT

Little Glass Soul

I wanted to run, to cry, scream. How... how could this woman ask me this? Ask someone else to do it?
Her face anchored in my soul, the desperate lack of comprehension in her eyes, shamefully whimpering into the camera. I wanted to ace the cameraman, atom by atom, over a slow roasting flame. I shut off the vid and leaned forward, head in my hands.
It was a lot. More money I'd ever seen in a whole retainer...

New Teeth (Children's fiction)

feeds@yuku.com (banndwidth) — Tue, 20 Jun 2006 02:06:54 GMT

A crocodile with no teeth?
Lachhu the lame lion roared with laughter when he heard about it. Sshanti the stuttering snake rolled on the floor with mirth. Even HaHa (the hyena who could no longer hunt) almost choked; he chuckled so much. In other words, Grinder N Grater, the toothless crocodile, became the laughing stock of the OAHOFA, the OLD AGE HOME FOR ONCE FEROCIOUS ANIMALS.

He was sick of it. Oh! He was sick, and he was tired, and he was hungry. His stomach growled and...

The Crocodile's New Clothes (Re-Posted with edits)

feeds@yuku.com (banndwidth) — Tue, 18 Apr 2006 09:57:47 GMT

Short stubby trees burned leafless and turned lifeless. Boulders baked. Water holes dried up and died. Beasts upon hungry beasts roamed the Serengeti It was summer time. It was time for the whole herd to move again.

In the evening before the great migration, the elders were busy and wildebeest children were playing crock-catch. It was a type of hopscotch where the children jumped from square to square. The rules were simple. The children avoided the squares that contained the...

$200 Margaret C. Shreiber Story Contest

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The Nail that Stands Up Shall Be Pounded Down

feeds@yuku.com (Tommygoround) — Fri, 24 Mar 2006 12:36:56 GMT

Anu had a grandfather in Shodai-ken who would not be interrned in the family plot and so they spilled his ashes into a vineyard. Anu imagined that the fruit of the trees were his grandfather's magic. That these fruit should be eaten and then the strength of a thousand years of ancestry would fortify his limps from finger nail to toe.

Unfortunatley, the grandfather tree was chopped down in '77 to make way for a Shikansen bullet train. The train had magnet wheels that would make the...

Childs Play $100

feeds@yuku.com (paperbackwiter) — Wed, 22 Mar 2006 13:23:00 GMT

Nowhere to Go

feeds@yuku.com (Dewdoll) — Sat, 18 Mar 2006 07:43:29 GMT

Nowhere to Go

Kate was only vaguely aware of the fact that somewhere over the course of several weeks she had come to believe that a doughy old Indian woman was God.

And on this warm New Jersey weekend, an event known as puja was about to take place. This was a big event. Significant, this time around, because the supreme goddess herself would attend in full, substantial...

Contest stories moved to new forum

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Wed, 15 Mar 2006 12:37:51 GMT

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$100 story contest

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Fall without landing

feeds@yuku.com (iainuts) — Fri, 10 Mar 2006 22:12:33 GMT

You might recognize this one but it's completely rewritten. It's just a rough draft at this point so feel free to blast away. Any and all comments are welcome. Thanks for reading.

Dave.

~

Fall Without Landing

Franciscan Padres invaded our valley. They attacked with promises and threats. Promises that...

Grab a Prompt, leave a challenge, part deux

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Wed, 08 Mar 2006 23:49:29 GMT

let's have something to flash about. who wants to flash?

Clan War (Based on a true story)

feeds@yuku.com (mortaza) — Tue, 07 Mar 2006 16:25:38 GMT

The neighbourhood kids were hanging out in the park as usual. They were playing and talking to each other. Hamid ran up to one of the older ones, Sayid, and said:
Your sister is ugly like a pig. and laughed at him.
Shut up you little brat, show some respect, said Sayid and slapped Hamid on the face.
Hamid looked at him with an angry look and ran home. He told his older brother about what had happened:
- Your stupid friend Sayid hit me in the face.
- You probably...

buzzlings (ss)

feeds@yuku.com (mresmith) — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 17:40:57 GMT

The frog belched just as the ground erupted with volcanic force. Steam and heat vented skyward. Burning sand fell all around, nearly scorching the green amphibian. It hopped a few meters away and settled back into the warm mucky soup that was home. Life here in the delta presented many risks and rewards. Small beaches gave the creature dry places to scratch its slickery hide. Long reeds were hiding spots and cooling forests of shade.

Food was bountiful and...

There Once Was A Man That So Loved His Wife

feeds@yuku.com (Tommygoround) — Wed, 01 Mar 2006 11:04:12 GMT

There was once a man that so loved his wife

And she died. The husband was not ready for his wife to die. All their marriage, he assumed that he would go first. But he didn't. Now the most he could do for her, because he really wanted to do something for her, was to buy a new dress at Nordtrom's. It looked so nice on the manequin, postively stunning. So he brought this summer dress home, put in on his lady and then she looked so charming that he decided there was no...

A Foolish Neighbor (Fernando Sorrentino)

feeds@yuku.com (philipe nicolini) — Tue, 28 Feb 2006 09:22:38 GMT

A Foolish Neighbor
[Short Edition]
Un Vecino Tonto

By Fernando Sorrentino
Translated by Philipe Nicolini

My next-door neighbor is a fool. I, however, am witty and graceful. I always amuse the other executives of our company, a company leading its industry. With my neighbor, who is a fool, they would not possibly be amused.

When I settled down into my flat; I have a flat on the avenue of the Liberator, furnished in all comfort; a flat at the proper...

The Crocodile's New Clothes (Children's Fiction) ( Redit)

feeds@yuku.com (banndwidth) — Wed, 15 Feb 2006 03:36:37 GMT

Kimuni shuffles and jumps. She twitches and shakes. She jumps and twitches. She shuffles and shakes. Shuffles, twitches, jumps, shakes again and again.
Very shaky, thinks Yimuni her mother, and no wonder. This is the poor girls first crossing.

Every year, when the grass dries up in the Serengeti in summer, great herds of wildebeest cross CROCK-O- DIE-LE river. They have to; they must in order to find food on the other side. Every year the cruel crocodiles lie in the river...

EOTW wed flash, draft 1

feeds@yuku.com (Unregistered(d)) — Wed, 08 Feb 2006 12:20:58 GMT

We lived in freedom. Our lives were a statement, not an apology.
-Ronald Reagan

start 10:12 pst
end 10:38

STORY START HERE:

Where Broke The Mold

Must have been 2001, the heat from the Tuscon airport felt like putting your hand in an Easy-Baker oven. Just arrived from Seattle and it was double dousing antiperspirant, a jaunt to the convention hotel. An army of hunched veterans settling in to the front desk, carrying their wives' floural suitcases....