No one was really surprised when Mandy and Andrew announced the name of their first-born son. Both were world-class musicians and held Amadeus in the highest regard. Everyone loved their music except Wolfie, as the family called Wolfgang, who just screamed whenever he heard Mandy play her violin or Andrew on his cello. Nothing they played could soothe him. Eventually they stopped playing in the house. One day after discussing the seven-month problem with her mother, Grandma Thora swooped in to the rescue carrying a large basket.
“What’s up, Mom?”
“Oh, just doing what I did with you. This should help solve your problem.”
Together Mandy and Thora sat in the living room near Wolfie’s playpen where he liked to sit and play quietly as long as there was no music playing.
“How about this Wolfie?” Thora asked pulling a hand drum from her basket and handing it to Wolfie.
He looked at it and threw it out of the playpen. Thora laughed.
Kazoo? Landed in the potted plant.
Mouth harp? Made a splash as it landed in the fish tank.
Recorder? Wolfie stared at Thora and sent it sailing back to her.
“Hmm,” Thora said with a grin.
“Mom, I just don—”
“Shh!” Thora dug through her basket and pulled out a shiny silver miniature xylophone and set it in the playpen.
One strike of his hand on the bars and he was hooked. He sat and played his new instrument happily. Mandy’s jaw dropped to the floor as she stared in disbelief. Thora just nodded her head, patted her daughter on the shoulder, and returned to her home without saying a word. Andrew didn’t believe it either until he came home and saw for himself. Now the family plays music all day and night.
This short was inspired by the Three Things Challenge prompts: scream, basket, xylophone
One could say that wanderlust ran in the Tibble family. Great grandpa Tibble was a travelling peddler that sold bits and bobs to other travelers on their way out west and those who decided to put down roots along the way. He never judged those who quit the trail to settle. Luckily, he met Elizabeth whose wanderlust matched his and together they traveled for over fifty years. Their four children led four very different lives, but inherited the Tibble need for travel. George became a permanent carnival worker who owned a balloon popping game stand and traveled nine months out of the year. Henry became a private pilot, bought a jet, and flies people around the world on a moment’s notice. Buster ran away at twelve and joined the circus. Grandma Mary married a travel photographer and together they traveled all over the world with their son Arthur. When Arthur was sixteen, he bought a VW bus and headed off on his own until he met Rainbow and changed his name to Wind. They’ve been together for thirty years now and have six children. The day their youngest, Turtle turned sixteen, Wind handed down his VW bus. Turtle was all agog over the anticipated adventures he was going to have. The expression on his face told Wind that the Tibble family wanderlust would continue for generations to come.
This short was inspired by:
FOWC with Fandango — expression
Word of the Day Challenge — wanderlust
Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day — agog
I used a random generator so that I could actually participate in today’s Mad Libs #2.
A Night at the Circus
Rico was so fumbling to see the circus, it was the only thing she could squash about for the whole decade. She read stories of circles that share on the high wire, forks that drove around in miniature train, elephants that interest, and wild muskrats that jumped through flights. The night of the show arrived and Rico dressed up like a automotive mechanic with a huge smile painted on her face. Her family found their seats and after eating some cupcakes, devouring a rainbow snow cone, and frighten her first cotton candy, Rico promptly fell asleep with her kidney on her dad’s lap. Rico didn’t coach till the next morning but regaled everyone at the breakfast table with stories of hamsters that sang, brass artists that rejoice from treetop to treetop in the middle of Modern Museum of Art, and cribs that morphed into small armadillos that made everyone laugh. Rico loved it night at the circus.
If you are unfamiliar with Mad Libs, they are short stories with words missing that you, the reader, fill in based on the noted requirement (i.e. noun, name, verb, color, etc.). Step 1 is to read the list of blanks for the mad lib and write down the words you select for that item (i.e. Name 1 = Bill, nouns = stars, etc.).
There are two ways to participate in this new daily adventure:
- Copy the story and make a post of your own with the missing pieces filled in
- Post your responses in the comments below
As this is the second post, I am sure there will be bugs that will need to be worked out, but this could end up being really fun….you never know.
List of Blanks for this Mad Lib
Verb x 6
Nouns (plural) x 4
Form of Transportation
Types of Animals x 3
A Night at the Circus
Name was so adjective to see the circus, it was the only thing she could verb about for the whole time span. She read stories of nouns that verb on the high wire, nouns that drove around in miniature form of transportation, elephants that verb, and wild animals that jumped through nouns. The night of the show arrived and Name dressed up like a occupation with a huge smile painted on her face. Her family found their seats and after eating some snack food, devouring a rainbow snow cone, and verb her first cotton candy, Name promptly fell asleep with her body part on her dad’s lap. Name didn’t verb till the next morning but regaled everyone at the breakfast table with stories of animals that sang, noun artists that verb from treetop to treetop in the middle of location, and nouns that morphed into small animals that made everyone laugh. Name loved pronoun night at the circus.