Here’s this week’s story challenge for you:
Can you tell a story in 23 words? You must use the following words somewhere in the story:
- QUINOA
- FERRET
- THWART
Last week’s prompt was to tell a story in 30 words using the following words in it somewhere:
- DENTIST
- ELEGANT
- TROUT
Here are your amusing stories:
At the elegant restaurant, the dentist found a trout in his pocket. Laughing, he shared the peculiar tale with friends, who marveled at the unexpected catch of the day.
I entered the elegant building searching for the dentist’s office, only to find he had gone trout fishing. I kept the broken tooth in my pocket hoping to return tomorrow.
Trout fishing has an aura of elegance about it. A subtle style of violence and brutality practiced by gentlemen. Doctors, dentists, lawyers. Men of influence and deep pockets. Chronic masturbators.
SW:
Lady Barrington lifted her bejewelled pocket mirror and gasped, horrified. Voluminous trout pout lips distorted her hitherto elegant features. She’d never entrust her cosmetic surgery to a backstreet dentist again.
John was dapper, down to the kerchief in his suit pocket; Margret elegant. They ordered the trout with a fine Chardonnay. Nobody would guess he was a dentist from Fargo.
Nicola Daly:
I looked so elegant when I went for my dentist appointment – even had a clean hankie in my pocket. He only went and called me an old trout – the rotter!
The elegant dentist sign showed a picture of a trout flopping out of a set of dentures. The pocket on his shirt said “You’ll never even know you missed it.”
My dentist seems elegant for sure. Well, except for that day old trout in his pocket. Oh yes, and the drill. Let’s not forget the drill.
An elegant woman was walking up to her dentist husband who was fishing on the dock. “Is that a trout in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”
Murray Clarke:
Sadly, I don’t have a deep pocket, and haven’t visited my dentist, Mrs. Paine, for years. Her surgery is elegant enough, but, truthfully, she’s a bit of an old trout!
The latest visit to the dentist was a farce. It had a posh elegant waiting room, but I came out with a trout pout and severely light in the pocket!
Dentists are going on strike, because they can’t keep their elegant surgeries clean. Trout have invaded their pockets. It’s an unusual situation, made worse by global warming causing trout rot.
Squirreljan:
My weird but elegant dentist pulled a tepee from his suit pocket. “It’s like fishing for trout. Cast the rod, wiggle it about, remove the fish and farewell tooth decay.”
The elegant Dr. Trout welcomed the Dentist Society. Her exuberant speech sent laughter through the room. Especially when her red lipstick mouth resembled a torn pocket flapping in the breeze.
Dinner with Andy, the dentist was disastrous. The plated trout stared up at me. I tried to appear elegant. When Andy wasn’t looking, I slipped the trout into my pocket.
The elegant dentist, tweed and barefoot, shoes in hand, yelled as he slipped from the stepping stone with a splash. He screamed instead when a trout squirmed in his pocket.
Mother played matchmaker, me and the new dentist, so elegant with his perfectly folded pocket square.
After dinner his breath reeked of trout with garlic.
A second date? No thanks!
And an interesting story from poetessadeilibri usng the prompts:
I was reading the Daily Mirror when, like a mirror, a piece of my wisdom tooth broke off. It wasn’t very elegant, especially as it nearly landed in my trout almondine. I slipped it into my pocket, but by the time I reached the dentist, I found only a £50 note; the tiny fragment of tooth had completely disappeared. Perhaps the tooth fairy had slipped out from the tale I was reading.
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Esther Chilton 
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