It’s almost the end of the week, so it’s time for a new story. Here’s the latest challenge:
Can you tell a story in 18 words? You must use the following words somewhere in the story:
- MARS
- DATE
- NEWSPAPER
Last week’s prompt was to tell a story in 42 words using the following words in it somewhere:
- TWITCH
- DENTIST
- SUITCASE
- EGG
- SQUARE
- CHIN
Here are your brilliant stories:
The suitcase banged against my shin as I ran across the square. I hate the dentist and this time he had a pretty new assistant but that one terrified twitch left me with egg on my face and drool on my chin.
Nicola Daly:
The man with a square chin took an egg from his suitcase and bit into it. Yellow dribbled down his chin and dripped onto his pink fluffy tie.
“You’re very twitchy,” he grumbled. “You can trust me, you know. I’m a dentist.”
The dentist’s fingers opened my jaw at its widest. When he saw the whole egg, his square chin started to twitch and he smiled. Then reached for his medical suitcase, pulling out a large set of plastic pliers. “Hazing prank?” he queried.
My ugly, square suitcase is packed. As soon as the dentist finishes with me, I’m off! I twitch as he approaches me, almost bumping his chin. “Relax,” he says. I only hope he doesn’t see the boiled egg in my teeth!
Maggie twitched uncomfortably in the dentist’s chair. She wanted to punch him square on the chin for hurting her so much. She eyed the carton of eggs wickedly. She picked up the eggs and stashed the carton in her suitcase for later.
“Sit still! Don’t twitch!” said the dentist as he held the man’s square chin in his hand. The man had been egged on by his mates to come, but really he wanted to pack a suitcase and run away to the circus!
The dentist observed a yellow cloud wafting upward from a suitcase on the baggage trolley. An odour resembling sulphur, or a rotting egg. The woman beside him started to twitch, her square chin quivering, eyes pleading. The train’s whistle muffled her screams.
Sharron P:
The dentist walked towards Trafalgar Square, dragging his suitcase. He twitched nervously, wondering if his mistress would be there. He spotted her eating an egg sandwich.
She leapt up and punched him on the chin. “You didn’t tell me you were married!”
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Esther Chilton 
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