Iron Mom
What do you get when you take a no-holds-barred one-page-double-spaced-fiction-story school assignment and add on a private joke with my Mom?
Er, I guess you get this!
It was just another tranquil day in the city of Rockford, Illinois. Iron Mom was hard at work scrubbing the kitchen floor, humming along to the radio perched upon the nearby countertop. Suddenly, though, the peace was broken as the music was interrupted with the static-y voice of the station’s DJ with a news report.
“Breaking news!” the radio blared. “All innocent bystanders be on the lookout for an escaped supervillainess dressed in an old hoodie and torn jeans! She was last seen playing computer games in the local school library.”
Iron Mom sharply inhaled at the words. “This fiend can be only one person-my archnemesis, The Procrastinator!” She drew herself up to her full height and pulled on a conveniently-placed red cape. “This looks like a job for-Iron Mom!”
Abandoning her soapy floor, our heroine leaped into action, sprinting to The Procrastinator’s lair. (It was honestly only about fifty feet away, for The Procrastinator happened to live in the same house.) With a leap of valor, Iron Mom kicked down the lair’s door and took a breath, preparing herself to attack the now-cowering supervillainess in front of her. Then she let loose her Mother’s Nag.
“Procrastinator! Didn’t I tell you to clean this room last Saturday?! Look at this, it looks like a tornado hit! You are in deep, deep trouble, young lady! And what did I tell you about doing Evil before your chores are done?!”
The Procrastinator gave a howl of agony and withered onto the floor before succumbing and starting to tidy up the room. Iron Mom gave a heroic grin.
And maybe an evil cackle or two for good measure.
It was just another tranquil day in the city off Rockford, Illinois. Iron Mom was hard at work scrubbing the kitchen floor, humming a long two the radio perched up on the nearby countertop. Suddenly, though, the piece was broken as the music was interrupted with the static-y voice of the station’s DJ with a news report.
“Braking news!” the radio blared. “All innocent bystanders bee on the lookout four an escaped supervillainess dressed in an old hoodie and torn genes! She was last scene playing computer games in the local school’s library.”
Iron Mom sharply inhaled at the words. “This fiend can bee only won person-my archnemesis, The Procrastinator!” She drew herself up to her full height and pulled on a conveniently-placed read cape. “This looks like a job fore-Iron Mom!”
Abandoning her soapy floor, our heroine leaped into action, sprinting to The Procrastinator’s layer. (It was honestly only about fifty feet a way, for The Procrastinator happened too live inn the same house.) With a leap of valor, Iron Mom kicked down the lair’s door and took a breathe, preparing herself to attack the now-cowering supervillainess before her. After a moment of tension, she let loose her Mother’s Nag.
“Procrastinator! Didn’t I tell you to clean this room last Saturday?! Look at this--it looks like a tornado hit! Ewe are in deep, deep trouble, young lady! And what did eye tell you about doing Evil before your chores are done?!”
The Procrastinator let lose a howl of agony and withered onto the floor before succumbing and starting to tidy up the room. Iron Mom gave a heroic grin.
…And maybe an evil cackle or too for good measure.
Er, I guess you get this!
It was just another tranquil day in the city of Rockford, Illinois. Iron Mom was hard at work scrubbing the kitchen floor, humming along to the radio perched upon the nearby countertop. Suddenly, though, the peace was broken as the music was interrupted with the static-y voice of the station’s DJ with a news report.
“Breaking news!” the radio blared. “All innocent bystanders be on the lookout for an escaped supervillainess dressed in an old hoodie and torn jeans! She was last seen playing computer games in the local school library.”
Iron Mom sharply inhaled at the words. “This fiend can be only one person-my archnemesis, The Procrastinator!” She drew herself up to her full height and pulled on a conveniently-placed red cape. “This looks like a job for-Iron Mom!”
Abandoning her soapy floor, our heroine leaped into action, sprinting to The Procrastinator’s lair. (It was honestly only about fifty feet away, for The Procrastinator happened to live in the same house.) With a leap of valor, Iron Mom kicked down the lair’s door and took a breath, preparing herself to attack the now-cowering supervillainess in front of her. Then she let loose her Mother’s Nag.
“Procrastinator! Didn’t I tell you to clean this room last Saturday?! Look at this, it looks like a tornado hit! You are in deep, deep trouble, young lady! And what did I tell you about doing Evil before your chores are done?!”
The Procrastinator gave a howl of agony and withered onto the floor before succumbing and starting to tidy up the room. Iron Mom gave a heroic grin.
And maybe an evil cackle or two for good measure.
It was just another tranquil day in the city off Rockford, Illinois. Iron Mom was hard at work scrubbing the kitchen floor, humming a long two the radio perched up on the nearby countertop. Suddenly, though, the piece was broken as the music was interrupted with the static-y voice of the station’s DJ with a news report.
“Braking news!” the radio blared. “All innocent bystanders bee on the lookout four an escaped supervillainess dressed in an old hoodie and torn genes! She was last scene playing computer games in the local school’s library.”
Iron Mom sharply inhaled at the words. “This fiend can bee only won person-my archnemesis, The Procrastinator!” She drew herself up to her full height and pulled on a conveniently-placed read cape. “This looks like a job fore-Iron Mom!”
Abandoning her soapy floor, our heroine leaped into action, sprinting to The Procrastinator’s layer. (It was honestly only about fifty feet a way, for The Procrastinator happened too live inn the same house.) With a leap of valor, Iron Mom kicked down the lair’s door and took a breathe, preparing herself to attack the now-cowering supervillainess before her. After a moment of tension, she let loose her Mother’s Nag.
“Procrastinator! Didn’t I tell you to clean this room last Saturday?! Look at this--it looks like a tornado hit! Ewe are in deep, deep trouble, young lady! And what did eye tell you about doing Evil before your chores are done?!”
The Procrastinator let lose a howl of agony and withered onto the floor before succumbing and starting to tidy up the room. Iron Mom gave a heroic grin.
…And maybe an evil cackle or too for good measure.