Standard disclaimer in Chapter One.
*Note:
Author is running out of new words, so…. please throw me a few, or a bundle!
Hello there, and welcome to Chapter Twenty-Five of my Story A Day May drabbles! STaD is an annual challenge during which writers commit to finishing a story each day, all month (or adapt the goal, if that works better for them).
Okay, I've gotten my nightly Enterprise fix and Twitter chat, so I'm primed and ready to offer you another chapter. I've got some errands to run later today (it's just after 1am, local time, as I type this), but I still hope to get caught up...in case you haven't noticed, I'm the optimistic type. But the first step to getting there is to get this posted, so I'll leave you here, and get on with the matter at hand.
To make the challenge even more interesting, I'll be using the daily STaD prompt, and also prompt words given to me by...well, YOU, if you want to play! Lay 'em on me! I love making my brain work for its amusement!
The #StoryADay prompt for today is:
Write a prose sonnet: a story 14 lines long.
Word List:
kitndavj:
Boot (Aussie for Trunk of car)
Bumper Bar
Duvee
Stretch Marks
Moisturiser
Cheesecake
Gherkin
Papiermache
6ft of garden hose
Dungeon
Slime
the most comfortably fitting bra I have ever owned
And now I offer you:
"Don't Point Your Gherkin"
"The most comfortably fitting bra I have ever owned."
"Stretch marks."
"I use moisturizer. Your turn."
"Boot."
"The car's, or the one on your foot?"
"Neither. The one Starfleet's giving me.
Bumper bar. I'm tired of this game."
"Then eat your cheesecake."
"Don't point your gherkin at me, Lizzie."
"Answer the comm."
"They think I'm slime who belongs in the dungeon."
"Need to hide under the duvee, Trip? Should I make you a papier-mache fort?"
"Nope. Facing it head on. Let 'em flog me with 6 feet of garden hose -"
"Commander Tucker, report to Starfleet Command immediately. Admiral's orders."