Here’s this week’s story challenge for you:
Can you tell a story in 33 words? You must use the following words somewhere in the story:
- ZUMBA
- ELEPHANT
- CROWN
- ASPARAGUS
Last week’s prompt was to tell a story in 50 words using the following words in it somewhere:
- HICCUP
- GOWN
- CLUB
- BEDROOM
- SHADOW
- CARROT
Here are your clever stories:
In the dim club, shadows danced. Fiona’s gown sparkled, hiding the hiccup of her breath. Outside, a carrot lay forgotten, a remnant of dinner. She glanced at the empty bedroom, reminding herself that sometimes, it was better to embrace the night’s chaos than to return to a world she wanted to escape.
Murray Clarke:
A hiccup in his plans for the new supersonic aeroplane forced Professor Parker to go to bed early. There, he noticed a shadow in his bedroom that looked like a dressing gown hanging on the back on the door. Or perhaps, unbelievably, a golf club or even a half-eaten carrot?
I hiccuped as I entered the bedroom – even though I only had sipped one drink at the club. My gown cast a shadow on the floor, so I missed the carrot that my Fifi dropped on the floor. Why can’t she leave her food in the bowl? That silly dog!
I have the darn hiccups and no sugar packets to help. I will have to see if a carrot stick might help do the trick.
I changed out of my nightgown, and after dressing, I picked up the club to whack whatever was making that shadow on my bedroom door.
After the donkey incident, Charlie decided to offer better bribes than a carrot. Animals were not supposed to be inside the hotel, and the ripped gown was a small hiccup in Charlie’s new plan. As cow shadows appeared on the bedroom window, the hazing club ran to their own rooms.
I had eaten some raw carrot and started to hiccup. I decided to go to bed. I put on my nightgown and walked through the shadowy bedroom. I got a glass of water from the night stand and sipped it slowly. Then I held my breath… The spasms soon stopped. (Without ‘club’.)
Squirreljan:
I was hiding in an attic bedroom at my club. The bent creature strode into the room; the streetlight outside casting the shadow of its flowing gown, its huge carrot-like proboscis, and teeth, bared in anticipation. The feast I’d eaten arose, erupting in an enormous hiccup. He turned, I screamed.
My carrot-coloured hair dominated my appearance. I got ready in my bedroom for an evening at the club. Without a shadow of a doubt, I would be the belle of the ball. I donned my silver gown, downed a whisky, gave a slight hiccup and headed out for the evening.
Sharron P:
I didn’t think shadows could hiccup, but this one was. I smoothed the folds of my gown, trying to eat my carrots, ignoring Harry. We shouldn’t have killed him. But that’s what the Murder Club was all about. I made my way to the bedroom, wondering if I was next.
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Esther Chilton 
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