I hope your week is a good one so far. Not long until the weekend. Before then, here is a new story challenge for you:
Can you tell a story in 27 words? You must use the following words somewhere in the story:
- TEETH
- PASSWORD
- HONK
The previous prompt was to tell a story in 38 words using the following words in it somewhere:
- HULLABALLOO
- QUEUE
- SLUG
- BEAM
- WAFFLE
Here are your brilliant stories:
The hullabaloo
in the breakfast queue
just had to do
with those picky few
who walked the beam
on the gymnastic team
who declared the waffle
was simply awful!
Who, at the most,
could slug down the toast!
Brian listened to the news.
“The hullabaloo came from a queue when a slug tried to beam up a waffle.“
Brian thought. Not that he thought a lot.
He was used to the news. He turned it off.
Standing in an endless queue some guy way up front flashed a beam of light. He created a hullabaloo with those of us who wanted to sleep off the bourbon waffles. The infernal slug.
Murray Clarke:
Down at the local supermarket, there was one hell of a hullabaloo in the queue outside for the waffle stall. A slovenly slug, broad in the beam, was slithering at a ridiculously slow pace and holding everyone up!
A long queue was waiting to see the entertaining hullabaloo at the liquor store around the corner. A man took a slug of James Beam bourbon and then took a waffle covered in whipped cream to the face.
“What’s all the hullabaloo?” I ask as the sluggish queue stops moving entirely.
The cause? A brawl over who’d get to the last order of waffles. The fight’s over quickly. The victor beaming as the loser sulks off.
I was standing in the theatre queue waiting to see ‘Hullabaloo on Broadway’. On sitting down the beam from the usher’s flashlight lit up a slug crawling up my trouser leg. She pointed excitedly and started to waffle.
There’s a hullaballoo about the queue for slug waffles. The crows beam with their big beaks as they imagine worm sandwiches for tea.
Meanwhile the Robins are waiting for their grubs! Only seagulls ate the vegetarian option… Chips!
There was quite a hullabaloo in the cafe queue after someone found a slug in the bottom of their coffee cup.
The manageress was called and with a beaming smile, offered compensation of a fresh waffle with cream.
Did you see that great, big slug
with that full-tooth beam on his ugly mug
and spouting loads of waffle?
2 deep and 10 yards long
was the queue for the loo
and the slug causing the hullabaloo
The detective’s breakfast of a waffle and bacon had been interrupted to attend this hullabaloo surrounding a shooting at a concert queue. Then he saw the slug from the gun lodged in the beam. “UP THERE!” He bellowed.
Wilf Leahy:
Waffle waffle, the young man kept on and on about the state of the beam. He was causing such a hullabaloo the old lady standing behind him in the queue slugged him one with her hand bag.
I was standing in a queue at the House of Waffles
when a slug slithered by.
All at once he started dancing the hullabaloo,
flashed his high beams at me
and took off like a bat outta hell.
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Esther Chilton 
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