Science Class

Zach slunk into the teacher’s lounge, poured himself a coffee, and sunk into the sofa, sighing.

“Wow,” Julia said, “what’s up with you this morning?”

Howard laughed. “I think I know.”

“Don’t,” Zach said, shaking his head. “Just don’t.”

Howard leaned on the back of the sofa. “It’s—”


“time for—”

“I’m warning you!”

Julia looked between the two friends confused. The warning bell for first period broke up their fun as the three headed to their classrooms. Zach’s room was in the basement of Adams High School away from anything really important. He was moved down here five years ago after what has become known as the great slime catastrophe of 2010.

“Alright,” he said walking into the classroom, “settle down. I want everyone to pair off and –”

“Mr. Z, Can –”

“Yes, Kayla, you may work alone.”

“Hey, Mr. –”

“Yes, Brian, you can work with Jay and Michael.”

Five minutes later the class was finally paired off. Well, three solos, three trios, and six pairs, but who cares whether people learn to follow instructions, work with people they don’t like, be forced to work with people of different interests, yeah, none of that will ever come up in real life. At least that’s what Zach has convinced himself of over the years.

“Pick one person in your group to go collect a microscope—”

“Yeah!” the class shouted.

“Now Chris will finally be able to see his dick,” Cindy said, sending the class into a fit of laughter and continued razzing.

Zach shook his head. “Go collect a microscope, while I hand out the assignment.”

Chris shoved Cindy on his way to the microscopes which instantly resulted in a scream of rage followed by “Don’t you know how to treat a lady?”

“Show me a lady and I’ll say hello.”

“Break it up you two,” Zach shouted above his students.

After ten minutes everyone was finally back in their groups as he read off the instructions. “I want you to look at the slides I gave you –”

“You didn’t give me one, Mr. Z.”

“Your partner has it Emily. Now I –”

“But you didn’t give me one. Why does he get one when I don’t? Is that because I’m female? Is that it? You don’t think girls should –”

“Take this one, Emily.”

“How rude. Just wait till –”

“Yes, Emily, I’m sure you will fill all your followers and subscribers in on how sexist your science teacher is.”

The class started laughing.

“Shh. I want to you draw what you see in the microscope and label the cell wall or membrane, nucleus, and –”

“Mr. Z, my microscope’s broken. I can’t see anything in it.”

“Turn the light on. And any other –”

“Mr. Z, Eric won’t let me look in the microscope!”

“Eric, let your partner look. Objects you see on –”

“Mr. Z, will Chris be able to find his—”

“Zip it, Cindy. The slide.”

“Mr. Z, can –”

“Oh, forget it, everyone pull out your phones if you aren’t already on there and find a youtube video on the parts of the cell.”

This was inspired by FOWC with Fandango — nucleus 


Blogging Mad Libs #9

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:

  1. Copy the story and make a post of your own with the missing pieces filled in
  2. Post your responses in the comments below

List of Blanks for this Mad Lib

Time period (plural) x 2
Noun x 3
Plural animal x 2
Form of transportation
Music Group/Music Artist
Plural noun
Song title (use same title for both slots)




It’s Not Worth It

The lot had sat vacant for time period (plural) and no one in the neighborhood liked it, but once construction began on the new noun park and miniature golf course, they hated it even more. Now instead of being home to stray plural animal and plural animal, people’s noun, criminal activity, and the occasional abandoned form of transportation, it was occupied by a group of adjective workmen who fancied themselves the new music group. They would show up to work at six in the morning and cut noun, hammer plural noun, and listened to their blaring radio all day long until early evening. Most of the neighborhood understood that some noise was to be expected, but hour after hour of listening to song title crossed the line. Nothing was worth what the construction crew was putting them through. After time period (plural) though, the work was done, and the crew went on to other jobs. The park did look nice and everyone loved it…until someone found a workman’s tape of song title and started playing it. For sale signs began popping up all over the neighborhood.

Finish The Story # 4, 09 August 2018

This week I created a new little game based on something I used to love doing in a group. One person starts a story then another has to pick up the story and add to it, then hand it off to another person, etc. until the story is complete. This would/could be extremely fun in a blogging situation since we all have different approaches. So, I am going to put this out there and hope you guys want to play along. Previous games are still out there, but once they are finished, I will compile the story and list of authors so everyone can enjoy.


  1. Copy the story below as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please)
  2. Add somehow to the story in which ever style and length you choose
  3. Tag only 1 person
  4. If you choose to not participate or finish the story, please comment/tag this post so that I know.


Come Join Me For Lunch

Everything that could go wrong that day did. First Louise couldn’t find her left shoe, then her power went out while blow drying her hair, and the milk went out last week. If all that wasn’t enough, her car ran out of gas on the way to work. By the time she arrived at work, it was time for lunch.

“Finally, something will go right today,” she told herself.


To be continued

Today I am tagging rugby843 – The Bag Lady to lead us off, if they take up the challenge 🙂