Here’s this week’s story challenge for you:
Can you tell a story in 41 words? You must use the following words somewhere in the story:
- TRICK
- CALORIE
- SNAIL
- MARATHON
- ROAR
Last week’s prompt was to tell a story in 23 words using the following words in it somewhere:
- BALLERINA
- PUMPKIN
- EGGS
Here are your fabulous stories:
Ellen’s a ballerina; Helen a witch. Greta’s a weightlifter with pumpkin barbells, such a stitch. Margret threw an egg at me, that bitch.
Mid pirouette, the waitress, dressed as a ballerina, dumped pumpkin spice flavored scrambled eggs all over me.
I hate this time of year!
Nicola Daly:
‘This is my favourite – the Dance of the Sugarplum Pumpkins.’
‘Pumpkins? You’re sure? That ballerina on the end looks more like an egg!
The prima ballerina stepped out of her pumpkin coach and was whisked away to dine on scrambled eggs for breakfast. She needed protein!
The ballerina danced on her toes around the pumpkin patch.The annoyed kids threw rotten eggs at her rather than enjoying her dance.
The eggs turned into chickens. Wearing the ballerina dress I was ready to impress: In the pumpkin dance, I stayed until midnight ended.
At the Royal Ballet watching Cinderella, as the fairy godmother changed the pumpkin into a coach, someone threw an egg at the ballerina.
Under the full moon, a ballerina danced beside a pumpkin. Nearby, children played bagpipes, while others sipped smoothies and painted colorful eggs.
If I were a ballerina my debut dance would be a twelve egg and quart of milk production called The Great Pumpkin Custard.
“I want to see the ballerina!” screamed Julie, demanding six year-old. “You promised!”
“If you hadn’t eaten all those pumpkin eggs, we could, but your tummy’s saying no!”
A ballerina held her pumpkin partner’s hand then set off to trick or treat.
Mrs McDonald had no candy, so gave them eggs.
The ballerina got her seasons mixed up. She hollowed out the pumpkin and filled it with Easter eggs. The Easter bunny was unhappy!
Squirreljan:
The huge Halloween pumpkin had been for the ballerina’s performance until her pet echidna laid eggs in it. Annoyance became a thrilled pirouette.
The prima ballerina was getting worried about her weight gain. Unfortunately, her guilty pleasure was scrambled eggs on toast, followed by pumpkin pie.
Once ballerina off the feet.
Now in pumpkin toes fest
Tossing eggs toast in, fast.
Creek! The eggs open revealing beautiful fairy. Now pumpkins are her cart wheels. The ballerina flew to her prince.
I have flunked at balleraining. The reason? I’m too fat.
(Girls as round as eggs or pumpkins can not plié shaped like that!)
‘What are you eggs doing?’ asked the pumpkin, through triangle teeth.
‘Painting ourselves for Easter.’
‘Why is my food talking?’ asked the ballerina.
On her way to collect eggs, Mademoiselle Pumpkin attempted long ago taught ballerina moves. The watching postman clapped. Mortified, she blushed, then laughed.
Gene:
Margot-Anna, a world-renowned ballerina, ate a couple of freshly cooked eggs and slice of pumpkin pie for her breakfast this morning.
***
Esther Chilton 
Leave a reply to squirreljan Cancel reply