Hello, all. I hope you’re having a good week. Here’s a new story challenge for you:
Can you tell a story in 35 words? You must use the following words somewhere in the story:
- MURDER
- BANANA
- PEACOCK
- TICKLE
- PRICE
Last week’s prompt was to tell a story in 48 words using the following word in it somewhere:
- SHOVEL
- MOONWALK
- PINEAPPLE
- ELECTION
- FLU
- MAGNET
Here are your hilarious stories:
“Election season again! The time when it flows so deep you need a shovel to move. Want to see an 85 year-year-old moonwalk or a northerner hand out pineapples? Just watch these would-be love-magnets!”
“Are you going to the debate or not?”
“Not tonight – I have the flu…”
Chris Page:
Having my flu jab was like being stabbed with the top end of a pineapple. It made me so ill that instead of feeling like a babe magnet when I did my moonwalk for the General election, I looked more like an old man bent over a shovel.
Brenda stuck a picture under the fridge magnet. “Ugh! I can’t believe I have the flu during election week! Yesterday I felt good enough to do the moonwalk with a pineapple on my head. Now I feel like I got hit in the face with a flat shovel.”
Nicola Daly:
“Once upon a time there was an election. One of the candidates drew the crowds like a magnet. I mean, have you ever seen a pineapple moonwalk with a shovel?”
“Mummy, this story’s silly and doesn’t make sense.”
“That’s because I’m delirious and going down with the flu.”
“Take a shovel on your moonwalk,” she said. “Bury that old pineapple.” He opened the magnetic lock and set out over the lunar surface. But he sneezed. Oh no, astral flu! Not good in a spaceship! And tomorrow was election day. The lunar mayor would need his help!
Deciding to shake off the ‘flu, I drove to my allotment, grabbed a shovel and started digging. I planted a pineapple tree. Noticing a sign for moonwalking to raise money for charity I was drawn in like a magnet. Flu forgotten, election forgotten, I faced my next challenge.
Squirreljan:
The election was a pigging disaster. Morris wore a pineapple hat on his head, tried to moonwalk on a shovel, and still had flu. Although he remained a voting magnet with the British Saddlebacks, the disgusted Middle Whites and Berkshires changed allegiance. He lost by a substantial margin.
My flu symptoms were getting worse. As I was attempting to do the moonwalk, dizziness overtook me. I tripped over a shovel and landed on a pineapple. I knocked the election ballot and the magnet holding it up onto the floor. I bent over to pick it up.
Sharron P:
“I’ve got the flu!” she spluttered, her eyes magnetically drawn to the huge crowd. “I’m going home. Look, just vote for me in this damn election. When I’m better I’ll do anything you want. Walk around with a pineapple on my head, shovel horse poo, anything at all!”
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Esther Chilton 
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