Yay for old challenges!
1. Prompt: broken flashlight (from here)
Original person. Probably not very funny; it's early and my sense of humor is slightly weird when I am tired.
Everybody knows that houses thump sometimes. That’s just what life is all about, hiding under the covers while your house thumps. Well, I, for one, was tired of it. No more would I let my house just thump about, sending me diving under my blanket and shivering until the adrenaline goes away. I was not a coward. At least, not anymore.
So when my house thumped away last night, I was ready. A loud creaking noise followed by a thump, and I was out of bed, snatching my flashlight off the bedside table and slowly making my way to the door. And there it was: my moment of triumph. I had it all planned; I would throw open my door and leap into the night, illuminating those thumping shadows and uncovering the truth behind the noise.
With a deep breath, I placed my hand upon the door. “A-ha!” I shouted, flinging it open and jumping forward, flicking on my flashlight as I did so. Or trying to, anyway; I clicked the button forward and nothing happened.
The darkness swallowed me whole, and I gulped noisily as I fumbled with my stupid flashlight, clicking that useless button back and forth. Finally, as the fear threatened to choke me out, I threw the broken light at the wall, turned around, and ran safely into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
Well, it doesn’t matter. Houses just thump sometimes. Everybody knows that.
2. Prompt: fuzzy dice (from here)
Another set of original peoples. I don't think I quite got the point across as well as I could have.
She really wasn’t expecting fuzzy dice for her birthday. Not that she’d expected something expensive and grand, but…fuzzy dice? It just seemed a bit strange. It wasn’t like she’d ever mentioned wanting fuzzy dice; she didn’t even have a car to put them in. What was she supposed to do, hang them from her ceiling?
“The shower, perhaps,” Reggie suggested brightly, nodding enthusiastically.
“They’ll get wet,” she said simply, fixing him with an odd look.
“Oh, yeah.”
In the end, she simply tossed them in a drawer and left them there, to be forgotten about once the drawer was filled with other things. She really liked sweet Reggie, but sometimes the boy acted pretty strange. Perhaps it was some kind of message, to buy some cheap and pointless gift. Maybe he just hated her, after all.
Reggie frowned when he could not find his present some time later; how could she have tossed his precious gift aside? It had been pure genius; clearly the dice represented how comfortable and lucky he felt around her, and she had just given him one of her funny looks and forgotten it. Maybe she just hated him, after all.
Original person. Probably not very funny; it's early and my sense of humor is slightly weird when I am tired.
Everybody knows that houses thump sometimes. That’s just what life is all about, hiding under the covers while your house thumps. Well, I, for one, was tired of it. No more would I let my house just thump about, sending me diving under my blanket and shivering until the adrenaline goes away. I was not a coward. At least, not anymore.
So when my house thumped away last night, I was ready. A loud creaking noise followed by a thump, and I was out of bed, snatching my flashlight off the bedside table and slowly making my way to the door. And there it was: my moment of triumph. I had it all planned; I would throw open my door and leap into the night, illuminating those thumping shadows and uncovering the truth behind the noise.
With a deep breath, I placed my hand upon the door. “A-ha!” I shouted, flinging it open and jumping forward, flicking on my flashlight as I did so. Or trying to, anyway; I clicked the button forward and nothing happened.
The darkness swallowed me whole, and I gulped noisily as I fumbled with my stupid flashlight, clicking that useless button back and forth. Finally, as the fear threatened to choke me out, I threw the broken light at the wall, turned around, and ran safely into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
Well, it doesn’t matter. Houses just thump sometimes. Everybody knows that.
2. Prompt: fuzzy dice (from here)
Another set of original peoples. I don't think I quite got the point across as well as I could have.
She really wasn’t expecting fuzzy dice for her birthday. Not that she’d expected something expensive and grand, but…fuzzy dice? It just seemed a bit strange. It wasn’t like she’d ever mentioned wanting fuzzy dice; she didn’t even have a car to put them in. What was she supposed to do, hang them from her ceiling?
“The shower, perhaps,” Reggie suggested brightly, nodding enthusiastically.
“They’ll get wet,” she said simply, fixing him with an odd look.
“Oh, yeah.”
In the end, she simply tossed them in a drawer and left them there, to be forgotten about once the drawer was filled with other things. She really liked sweet Reggie, but sometimes the boy acted pretty strange. Perhaps it was some kind of message, to buy some cheap and pointless gift. Maybe he just hated her, after all.
Reggie frowned when he could not find his present some time later; how could she have tossed his precious gift aside? It had been pure genius; clearly the dice represented how comfortable and lucky he felt around her, and she had just given him one of her funny looks and forgotten it. Maybe she just hated him, after all.