It’s Thursday and time for a new story. Here’s the latest story challenge:
Can you tell a story in 42 words? You must use the following words somewhere in the story:
- TWITCH
- DENTIST
- SUITCASE
- EGG
- SQUARE
- CHIN
Last week’s prompt was to tell a story in 34 words using the following words in it somewhere:
- MIRROR
- FUDGE
- REFUND
- HOVER
- CAGE
Here are your funny stories:
Nicola Daly:
The angry fairy flew from the mirror as she chased fraudulent Freddy Fudge. She hovered above an iron cage shaking her tiny fist. “I’ll lock you in here if you don’t refund my money!”
Needing a refund, Sara hovered over her selected bag of fudge—peppermint sticks from the Christmas cage not her choice, but saw her reflection in the counter’s mirror. “I’ll take these instead.”
Before Maria returned the awful fudge to the store for a refund, she observed her parakeets in their cage. Sam was admiring himself in the mirror as Daisy hovered near. Her turn was next!
“I need more fudge,” Daisy shouted to the maid hovering around her.
“You returned it yesterday for a refund, Ma’am. Don’t you remember?”
Daisy threw the cage across the room and broke the mirror.
Murray Clarke:
Her finger began to hover over the refund button. Overcharged for fudge again – purchased from the “bargain” cage! I caught sight of my reflection in the supermarket mirror, a big smile on my face.
He looked in the mirror.. Oh no! Fudge on the jacket! Could he ask for a refund? He hovered by the cash register cage in trepidation. Could he catch the cashier’s eye, good luck!
Squirreljan:
“Don’t fudge it, you wimp. Demand a refund.” Wendy glared at herself in the mirror before looking at the broken cage with Petula hovering above it. “Don’t fudge it, you wimp,” the parrot echoed.
Checking Polly Parrot was still in her cage, I glanced in the mirror, then marched to the local shop, hovered outside, then entered and demanded a refund for selling me out of date fudge.
I hover over Freddy’s cage as, at his mirror, he sings ‘A Finger of Fudge is just enough.’ for the one hundredth time.
Returning him and asking for a refund suddenly sounds rather tempting.
No longer could she hover in front of the looking glass primping and preening. The reflection saw her locked in a watery cage without salted fudge. Time to return the mirror for a refund.
Sharron P:
“This fudge tastes awful!” the fairy spluttered, hovering over the golden cage, showering the bird inside with crumbs. It head-butted its mirror in disgust.
“Told you!” the princess said, pouting. “Get me a refund!
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Esther Chilton 
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