100 Words - Tell Your Tale!

Grey_Wolf · 07-28-2012, 08:21 AM

51 - BABIES

Leonard was sitting in his baby-chair by the dinner-table. For once he approved of the food that was served and accepted the spoons preferred by his mother. Minced meat and macaroni was one of his favourite dishes followed by strawberryjam with whipped cream which he found utterly scrumptious. He was put to bed an hour later and quickly fell asleep contentedly and dreamt whatever wonderful dreams that babies dream do. The next morning he was taken out on his daily pram-ride - his eyes agog with the impressions flooding his senses, finding new and exciting things to be fascinated by.

52 - A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A POSTMAN

Peter Stuart was biking along the route he had been travelling for the past twenty-five years, diligently and reliably delivering mail and newspapers to the citizens of St George's Island, all hundred of them. He thought that life couldnt get any better as he stopped at the regularly placed mailboxes on the road, depositing the various letters, postcards and package-slips to the intended recipients. This particular day was unusually beautiful and the sun was shining from a clear blue sky, dotted with white, fluffy clouds which looked like cottonballs. That day's round done, he had his tea at George's Café.

53 - REQUIEM FOR AN ELEPHANT'S TUSK.

Edward the Elephant was always in melancholy mood. He stood out among his relatives in a very visual way. In his youth he had played with one of his younger sibling, letting him swing from one of his long tusks. It broke clean off. Every attempt to glue it back in place was a failure. They even tried the pliant, sticky rubber from one of the nearby trees. But it simply would not stick to the jagged remnants of the break and they finally decided he was well rid of it and threw it away. But he mourned the loss.

54 - THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE ROAD

The Chicken Gerald was always out exploring the countryside. He had found a hole in the net near an old elm tree that grew in the northern corner of the yard. During the early evenings when his family had retired he snuck out through it and out into the wide world. He'd often padded all the way to the road. He wondered what was on the other side of it. But he'd yet to summon up the courage to pass the great black expanse. The time had come. It was now or never. This was it. And off he went.

55 - OUT, DAMMED SPOT
As she saw the unfortunate and all to recognisable stains on her clothes, Lady McBeth immediately decided that today was laundry day. Taking the now full laundry basket down to the laundrette in the cellar she carefully checked that no one was about who would - if by an unforeseen eventuality - see and question the strange splatter patterns on her blouse and skirt. She filled two machines - added the special and most effective Vanish detergent for extra obstinate stains and got them both started. Work done, she went upstairs and joined her husband and sighed. "All is well."

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07-28-2012, 08:21 AM	#39
Grey_Wolf Elf Lord Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Mirkwood, well actually I live in North-west Scania, Sweden Posts: 9,481	51 - BABIES Leonard was sitting in his baby-chair by the dinner-table. For once he approved of the food that was served and accepted the spoons preferred by his mother. Minced meat and macaroni was one of his favourite dishes followed by strawberryjam with whipped cream which he found utterly scrumptious. He was put to bed an hour later and quickly fell asleep contentedly and dreamt whatever wonderful dreams that babies dream do. The next morning he was taken out on his daily pram-ride - his eyes agog with the impressions flooding his senses, finding new and exciting things to be fascinated by. 52 - A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A POSTMAN Peter Stuart was biking along the route he had been travelling for the past twenty-five years, diligently and reliably delivering mail and newspapers to the citizens of St George's Island, all hundred of them. He thought that life couldnt get any better as he stopped at the regularly placed mailboxes on the road, depositing the various letters, postcards and package-slips to the intended recipients. This particular day was unusually beautiful and the sun was shining from a clear blue sky, dotted with white, fluffy clouds which looked like cottonballs. That day's round done, he had his tea at George's Café. 53 - REQUIEM FOR AN ELEPHANT'S TUSK. Edward the Elephant was always in melancholy mood. He stood out among his relatives in a very visual way. In his youth he had played with one of his younger sibling, letting him swing from one of his long tusks. It broke clean off. Every attempt to glue it back in place was a failure. They even tried the pliant, sticky rubber from one of the nearby trees. But it simply would not stick to the jagged remnants of the break and they finally decided he was well rid of it and threw it away. But he mourned the loss. 54 - THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE ROAD The Chicken Gerald was always out exploring the countryside. He had found a hole in the net near an old elm tree that grew in the northern corner of the yard. During the early evenings when his family had retired he snuck out through it and out into the wide world. He'd often padded all the way to the road. He wondered what was on the other side of it. But he'd yet to summon up the courage to pass the great black expanse. The time had come. It was now or never. This was it. And off he went. 55 - OUT, DAMMED SPOT As she saw the unfortunate and all to recognisable stains on her clothes, Lady McBeth immediately decided that today was laundry day. Taking the now full laundry basket down to the laundrette in the cellar she carefully checked that no one was about who would - if by an unforeseen eventuality - see and question the strange splatter patterns on her blouse and skirt. She filled two machines - added the special and most effective Vanish detergent for extra obstinate stains and got them both started. Work done, she went upstairs and joined her husband and sighed. "All is well."