Can You Tell A Story In…

Hi there. I hope you’re having a good week. Here’s a new story challenge:

Can you tell a story in 70 words using the following words in it somewhere:

  • SCAB
  • PILATES
  • TEAPOT
  • GLADIATOR
  • PLANK
  • DOVE
  • VELVET

Last week’s challenge was to write a story in 28 words using the following three words in it somewhere:

  • EAVESDROP
  • SPACE
  • BURGER

Here are your super stories:

Sarah W:

“But they’re planning a burger night,” wailed Desmond, snuggling into the space next to his mum.

“That’s why it never pays to eavesdrop,” replied the wise cow solemnly.

Christopher Farley:

The Martians came to eavesdrop on the Vegan Society meeting. They couldn’t understand the fuss surrounding their burger-shaped UFO. Because, in space, no one can hear vegans scream.

Nicola Daly:

I have a cunning plan: if you hop to the burger van on your space hopper, they’ll be watching you and won’t notice me in my eavesdropping hidey-hole.

Tina Stewart Brakebill:

Millennial Musings: Facebook is so annoying. I miss MySpace. Tom never eavesdropped on me when I got drunk and ordered three Smashburgers, fries, and a diet coke.  

Graeme Sandford:

Did you tell her?”

“Yes.”

“This’ll teach you to eavesdrop!”

He flipped me like a burger, out through the airlock.

“In Space no one can hear you scream.”

Therapy Bits:

In a quiet diner near spaceport nine, I bit into my burger, pretending not to eavesdrop on two aliens plotting something strange—“Earth’s ketchup reserves,” one whispered.

The Bag Lady:

In the space of two minutes I dropped my burger as an unintentional eavesdrop revealed a bank robbery plot. I called the police, they thought I was nuts.

Trent’s World:

I was at Wilson’s Space Café munching a burger and eavesdropping on my neighbors when Katie burst in.

One glance said it all. 

How’d she figure it out?

A Jeanne in the kitchen:

Gladys, our nosy neighbor does not know what personal space is. She is always eavesdropping on others and invited herself to our burger party to hear more gossip.

Pete:

Our knowledge of space is pure speculation.

On the fringe stands The Evesdrop Inn.

Best burger for lightyears.  

Their motto is: 

To Serve Man

Pensitivity101:

Sometimes we cannot help but eavesdrop, and in the space of two minutes, I found out what had gone in my burger and I pushed it aside untouched.

Help from Heaven:

Jenna found a space below the neighbors’ window to eat her burger while eavesdropping on them. They are determined to make her move because she is a foreigner.

Murray Clarke:

I’ve been told that, in space, no one can hear you scream, or eavesdrop on your conversation. Bet they won’t spot me slinking off for a tasty burger!

My Mind Mappings:

Stanley hadn’t intended to eavesdrop, but at the next space at Burger King he overheard the teenage girl say, “Tonight’s the night I’m going to lose my virginity.”

John W. Howell:

Jerry stopped at the Space Burger. In the course of lunch, he couldn’t help but eavesdrop on whispered words behind him. “Where’d you hide the body?” Jerry left.

Ron:

She asks if I could write her a 28-word story using the words eavesdrop, space, and burger. I tell her I can’t. She frowns, walks away, weeping silently.

Tessa:

We pulled into a space at the burger shop and took advantage to eavesdrop on their conversation while we waited for our order. He was my sister’s ex-husband.

Silly Frog’s Blog:

Vented space, leading to the diner’s kitchen, offered first-time-customer Bob a most fortuitous eavesdrop.

“I told ya rat meat doesn’t look like hamburger.”

“Add more bouillon then, Dumbbell!”

iMartist:

I was at Susan’s for burgers. Whenever Susan spoke, her Mom appeared to eavesdrop. We seemed to have no space or privacy. What’s her problem ? Leave us alone!

Christine Mallaband-brown:

Don’t eavesdrop on them! Eat your cheese burger Mom told me. Use the space between your ears to think about life not gossiping! You know? she was right.

L Wie:

“No eavesdropping in outer space, there is no sound!” Jade scoffed sipping his astronaut-burger-puree.

“We’ll see!” Jim answered and suddenly opened the hatch. Nobody heard their silent screams.

The ghost sneaked into the kitchen for a burger before starting his summer job in the castle. Eavesdropping he realized nobody believed the place was haunted.

“Just wait!”

They were eavesdropping on their parents: Self grown veggies at the new place instead of burgers and icecream.

They shrugged.

And no internet.

Their eyes widened in horror.

Let’s Write:

Gravity-free Lunch

In outer-space an astronaut tried to eat a burger. Unbeknown to her, she was being eavesdropped on by an alien, who couldn’t resist saying, ‘…want fries with that?’

Lily’s Corner:

“What could go wrong in space? Not packing my lunch in my cool white case. That’s what!”

Beep! ‘A burger joint ahead.’

Nosy fellers eavesdropping on me?

Poetry by Rene:

Cooking burger in barely-there kitchen space

I eavesdrop on ghost of Mr Whicher ~ my darling, kindhearted love~~

must hurry, slip back to 1800s before he marries Mrs Piper!

Ann Edall-Robson:

Space Burger Drive In, the place where popular teenagers ate, and the waitress on roller skates could eavesdrop. Convincing herself it wasn’t gossiping, she retold the titillating conversations.

Treehugger:

On the spacecraft I eavesdropped on a fellow astronaut, stating he had accidentally dropped his burger down the hatch. Now it must be in orbit around the moon.

The Elephant’s Trunk:

Mary liked to eavesdrop;
she overheard that the diner’s new cook
was a space creature.
No wonder everything he made was
‘out of this world’ –
especially the burgers!

Sanny M:

She climbed into the van. “Budge up so I can eavesdrop too.” She handed him a burger. This job as a spy was not exactly what she’d thought.

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76 responses to “Can You Tell A Story In…”

  1. anneiswriting Avatar
    anneiswriting

    Here’s my attempt ☺️
    Anne

    Sitting on the velvet couch stroking the nap, I knew there would be a mark when I stood up – maybe a dove? I wish. My sore arms from my 60 second plank meant I’d skipped my Pilates class but I felt strong and positive. The company logo smiled at me while I shuffled. A gladiator holding a teapot. Strong tea! At least my trousers covered the scab on my knee.

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    1. That’s very good, Ann 😊

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  2. nikidaly70 Avatar
    nikidaly70

    ‘This year’s Naked Gladiator Games are quite the thing. To win the coveted dove-grey velvet cloak, you do the pilates session where you do the plank whilst singing”I’m a little teapot.”.’
    ‘Tricky. And if you fall flat on your face?’
    ‘It’s ok if you just get a scab on the end of your nose. But if you get one on anything dangling, then you’re automatically disqualified.’
    ‘Ouch. Sounds painful.’

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    1. nikidaly70 Avatar
      nikidaly70

      I think that’s 70 – I kept losing count 🙄

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      1. So easy to do!

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      2. Great story. Had a chuckle. 🙂 Just a quick one for words count. If you use Google docs, it has a word count on it.

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      3. nikidaly70 Avatar
        nikidaly70

        Thanks! 🙂 Yeah, I lose count when I’m checking I’ve copied it properly! 🙄

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    2. There are no words…🤣🤣🤣

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      1. nikidaly70 Avatar
        nikidaly70

        At least it didn’t make you spit your tea out this time….. 🙂 🙂 🙂

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  3. Good grief! That’s quite an array of words, Esther. My brain is about to burst! 🤯

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  4. When I signed up for the Gladiator Pilates class I should have been more suspicious. From the teapot poised on a plank resting on cinder blocks in the middle of the classroom, to the velvet gloves issued to each participant; the question arose. Was this a union instructor or just a Visigoth scab. The dove on the teacher’s shirt was a dead give away. I asked for a refund immediately.

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    1. That’s such a good story, Pete 😁

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      1. TY so much. I followed the path your words sent me down

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  5. Kate in Cornwall Avatar
    Kate in Cornwall

    Titus Budgetimus hated being called a scab every time he crossed the Gladiator Union’s picket line (a length of 4×2 across the entrance to the Colosseum).

    Pilates classes, seed for his pet dove, and new velvet-lined gloves for his fight-ravaged fists didn’t come cheap. He needed the money.

    He had to create a diversion…

    “Hey! There’s a mouse in your teapot!” he cried as he leapt agilely over the plank.

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    1. Fab story, Kate. I love the idea of a gladiators’ union! Very funny 😄

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      1. Kate in Cornwall Avatar
        Kate in Cornwall

        Thanks Esther!

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    2. This was great. 😁 — A fellow Cornishman

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  7. Forewarned is forearmed, or something. I just thought it was another class, you know, like fit-box. Have some of that, I thought. I’m the gladiator, me. I walked in. Over in the corner was a kettle and teapot and bags of camomile tea. Confusion. Then the Pilates teacher started, with dove-like movements. I ended up wishing my mat had been velvet, I managed to scab my knee doing the plank.

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    1. That is funny. Great tale 😊

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      1. Thanks Ess. 🤗

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  8. I reluctantly joined the Broadway walk out. I didn’t want to be labelled a scab. Luck was with me since I nabbed a gig as a gladiator in the velvet underground play titled, “The Pilates Plank.” My biggest part was a monologue about the teapot, the dove, and the dragon. The critics hated it and I was glad the strike ended when it did.

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    1. Well done, John. Entertaining story.

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      1. Thank you, Esther. 😊

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  14. Pilates the Gladiator scowled, he had just fought his arch rival and won, but he was not happy. He lazily picked at a scab on his broken nose. Lifting the dove shaped teapot he thought of his mother. Her velvet gown. Her golden jewellery. How had he been forced into servitude and slavery? Because basically he was very strong and agile. But also because he was thick as a plank!

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    1. That last line made me laugh out loud! Love it!

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  15. I was picking at a scab on my finger and contemplating whether I should do some pilates when the teapot went off. I poured my hibiscus tea and was staring out the window when I saw this majestic ten-point buck in velvet. I felt so inspired that I dove to the floor in a perfect plank which I held for five minutes. It made me feel like a female gladiator.

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    1. That’s really funny, Kim 😆

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  16. aerobson Avatar
    aerobson

    A plank with the words Velvet Dove and a bird holding a bit of cloth in its beak perched between the words, hung outside.

    The pub’s rough appearance included roof shingles looking like plaster taped over a scab; however, her holiday research raved about the lunch menu.

    Opening the door, a poster greeted her – Gladiator & Teapot Pilates. Noon. T W TH. A clock chimed twelve. Thank goodness it was Friday. 

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    1. Gladiator and teapot Pilates – I’d love to see that!

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    1. Thank you for your story. So funny, but cleverly constructed.

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      1. Thank you Esther. ˚‧。⋆🌻⋆。‧˚

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  17. I was off out when Doreen rang.

    “Guess what’s happened?”

    “That plank of a husband upset you?”

    “No. It’s Scab-face Simon the hairdresser, claims he’s been on Gladiators? Wears velvet trousers, smells of Dove soap. I saw gossipy Miriam this morning. She caught him at it with shy Audrey.”

    “Right.” What else could I say?

    “Anyway, get off to your pirates class, love.”

    “It’s Pilates,” I said. She’d already gone. 

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    1. I really enjoyed that, Liz. Made me smile.

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      1. Thanks, Esther

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    squirreljan

    “Ouch,” I picked at the scab I’d got from colliding with the giant toy teapot in the gym as my attempt at the plank went wrong. I was now sitting beside the Pilates instructor outside the park coffee shop, relishing the velvet richness of beetroot cake. “I just wanted core muscles like a gladiator.” He smiled, shook his head sympathetically, and took my hand as the dove of love landed.  

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    1. That’s hilarious 🤣

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  21. Theo the scabby gladiator walked the plank for his punishment. It wasn’t easy. With the crowd watching in the arena, he had better not slip. If he did he would be fed to the hungry lions! He could hear them roar as they paced their cage! His velvet eyeband was wet with sweat. All this because of a broken teapot! Wives! He wished he could fly away like a dove! 

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    1. Very funny. Great story!

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      1. Thank you Esther! But sorry I forget the word – pilates!! Oh dear!! Thanks again. Sharon

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      2. So easy to miss one out!

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      3. Thanks Esther! Have a wonderful day!

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    1. Loved your story 😍

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      1. Thanks so much, Esther!

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  23. The Stranger of the Colosseum

    “How’s Octavius so flexible, Lucius?”
    “Pilates.”
    “Pilates?”
    “A discipline he learned from that oddly dressed stranger with that… teapot.”
    A horn sounded. We marched to the planks.
    Commodus, in wafting velvet, watched from above.
    “The gladiator from the city of Future offered those clothes as a bribe.”
    “Didn’t work then?”
    “Nope.”
    “Blood and glory,” bellowed Commodus.
    A dove rose. Steel clashed. Lucius split my scab. Suddenly, everyone was an enemy.

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    1. The dialogue works so well here in driving the story on. Thanks, Andy.

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      1. Thanks. It was another complicated one. Had to bring it down from 114 words. 😅

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      2. And that’s not easy!

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