Message From The Machine

Since it’s wacky Wednesday, here’s a little nighttime predictive text tale…

Thanks for letting me to come to you and the rest of the store to get stuff for the party on the 17th so I will be able and willing to help you with myself for the update on the status of people are going out of town for work.

You can come by and pick it up at the end and I will meet in the morning but I can be there in the morning and I will be there at the same time as the other one I sent you are you going till the next few questions.



Help Wanted

Ashley read the job posting again, still not believing what it said. On one hand, she was very curious about the position, but on the other hand, why on Earth would anyone apply for it. Still, she called the number and made an appointment for that afternoon. It took her three seconds in the waiting room. She ran back to her car without hesitation, cussing herself out. She should have known. She took a picture of the ad, posted it to Twitter, and warned everyone not to apply. It was her most popular post she ever made. No one believed the job posting actually read:

Help Wanted — Apply Today
Must be able to balance trays and dishes on head
while hula dancing across hot coals. Must be good with
demons regardless of status.

Free medical, dental, and two months paid vacation
Apply in person
Bwyty’r Diafol

Finish the Story #13, 05 Sept 2018

Welcome to Finish the Story

I start 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 has proven to be quite fun in a blogging situation since we all have different approaches.


  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.


Just Put Something On

The clock in the living room flashed 6:00. No one was ready as usual. It was Black Friday in the Harris household. Ben ran through the house looking for his tie, while Jessie screamed about not being able to find her English homework.

“Your tie is hanging on the closet door in the bedroom,” Fay said as she stacked the magazines on the coffee table. “Here is your homework, Jessie.”

Mom to the rescue. It was always up to mom to know where every thing and every one was at all times.

“It’s your fault!” Jordan screamed.

“Is not!” James hollered back.

Jordan and James had fought since they were born. Although if you asked Fay, she would tell you the twins fought even before they were born.

“Young man, will you please go back upstairs and get dressed,” she told her youngest, Casper.

Five minutes later, Jordan and James, Jessie and Ben, were all waiting in the car for Casper and Mom to come out so they could finally get to school and work.

“Casper,” she yelled from the bottom of the steps.

“Ready,” Casper yelled.

He appeared at the top of the stairs wearing a ….

To be continued

For this wacky Wednesday installment, I am picking on a wacky mom. If you have not checked out The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mother, be sure to stop by and check out her posts.