Small Things#10 – School Jokes

A fortnight back, my older one returned from school with his head full of jokes from a fun riddle book. And the great thing was he had memorized most of them. Here are a few from his mirthful joke telling session:-

Q. How do bees ride home from school?

A. Simple…school buzz!

Q. What did the sloppy student put on his homework?

A. Eeks…Peanut butter and jelly.

Q. Why did the student put a flashlight in his lunch?

A. Because it was a light lunch!

Q. Why was 6 afraid of 7?

A. Because 7 ate(8) 9.

Q. What is a light year?

A. A year with really little homework!

Q. What do you call a vampire with sunglasses?

A. Vamglasses.

Undaunted by his brother’s volley of jokes, my little one made up a few –

Q. Why were the strawberry shoes flying?

A. Because it had superpower!

Q. Why was a cow wearing underpants?A.Because it was an Underpants cow!

Well…ahem…quite a session it was! Lol.

Images courtesy Google

End of the World!

The travelling monk looked at the famous Il Gigante for a long, long time. His serene eyes were the colour of the ocean, while his orange robe gleamed in the sun. The beach was sparsely crowded and he found a quiet place to sit.

Sana, a middle aged writer, found the pensive monk as interesting as that colossal sculpture of Neptune towering above them. There was a strange, other-worldly glint in his eyes. She wanted to click his snap for her travelogue.

“Hello Sir, I am Sana, a tourist! Can I have a snap of yours, please,” she went near the monk and requested. He just smiled.

Perhaps, he did not know English language! She tried to communicate in a sign language. He smiled again, wrote something and gave her.

“The day this sculpture falls, the world will end. Every minute is important,” the note said.

Sana looked up, but the monk had vanished. A terrible gush of wind blew away the paper from her shivering hands!

This is my entry to the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by the lovely Priceless Joy. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which to create our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to participate. For more information, please CLICK HERE. Thank you Momtheobscure for the image!

Hamida

I am participating in the 100-word flash fiction challenge, that is Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields hosts this challenge. This week, David Stewart provides the photo. If you’d like to join in, or read the other stories, check out Rochelle’s blog: Addicted to Purple. Here is the link…https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/03/25/27-march-2015/

Hamida looked calm. The audience gathered to watch them play were captivated by her face and music. But she was looking steadfastly at the maestro, who was a genius in his own way. It was hard to guess what was going on in her mind.

Her gaze moved on to the other members of the band, each contented and happily submerged in music. She turned to look at the happy crowd coldly. Families…women, children, babies…old people! For one moment, she felt weak. Then her eyes glittered ruthlessly.

The timing was perfect! ‘Boom’ went her bomb…the ‘divine’ job was done.

To Be Or Not To Be

This story is a part of Monday Finish the story challenge by Barbara Beacham. You can take the challenge by clicking here.
https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/02/23/mondays-finish-the-story-february-23rd-2015/

The story begins with: “The old typewriter had a mind of its own.” And I was scared to death.

I had taken it out from the basement to clean it after so many years. I had nothing better to do. I didn’t want to think about my desperate financial situation so I thought of engaging myself.

My grandfather had typed many a story on this one. He was a popular master storyteller but he died at a young age under mysterious circumstances. I always thought he was so different from his works.

Little did I know what a mistake it was to touch the strange typewriter!

All its keys started moving and a page came out of nowhere. It said…I could be the most popular writer on the planet, if I take the services of the typewriter. But there is a price for that super success…

I am still confused…help!