Can you tell a story in 80 words using the following words in it somewhere:
- CREEP
- MERMAID
- TEA
- VIDEO
- RED
- GALLOP
- AGENT
- PILLAR
Last week’s challenge was to write a story in 54 words using the following four words in it somewhere:
- HUSKY
- ACNE
- SPACEMAN
- WHEELBARROW
- LETTUCE
Here are your brilliant stories:
Nicola Daly:
‘Why is there a husky pulling a spaceman in a wheelbarrow?’
‘It’s a locals’ thing – first one to reach the vegetable patch wins a lettuce.’
‘I see.’
‘It’s no more daft than flying a rocket to the moon.’
‘Ri-ight.’
‘Look, it’s that or popping our acne spots. We’re teenagers and there’s no Wi-Fi here!!!’
Rall:
that spaceman has acne
he must have picked up a rash in space
i think he might have a screw loose
he wheels his old husky dog around in a wheel barrrow
lettuce pray for him, the poor old bugger
hard to believe he was once a violinist
in the vienna philharmonic orchestra
Please Stay Polite! And Don’t Stare!
“Mr. Lettuce-Head has acne! It’s disgusting!” the girl told her parents, holding on to her toy husky, when she sat down to breakfast opposite their visitor.
“His name is not Lettuce-Head and he is an alien spaceman just passing through.”
The green faced being smiled politely and took a big bite from the wheelbarrow.
Squirreljan:
“Hey, wanna ride?” The husky voiced spaceman asked.
“Ooh, yes.” I pushed out my boobs and sashayed towards him.
“Great. Those lettuces won’t pick themselves”. He grabbed me and before I knew it, I was strapped into a wheelbarrow. “Sucker.” The phoney Buzz Lightyear removed his spacesuit, grinning all over his acne covered face.
“I swear officer, I haven’t touched a drop.”
He raised one eyebrow at me and then looked at the demijohn of homemade cider on the kitchen floor.
“OK,” he sighed. “One more time. You’re telling me a baby-faced spaceman complete with acne landed in your lettuce patch in a wheelbarrow pulled by a husky?”
Kate in Cornwall:
The New Spaceman, Issue 44500, December 2125
What’s new in space?
We caught up with Lead Scientist, Ellen Husk, on Mars.
“We’ve developed a super lettuce capable of eradicating acne.”
“One giant step…” quipped our reporter.
“One giant plateful!” Ellen gave a husky laugh. “The Shuttle is bringing us a wheelbarrow, should help enormously.”
To reenact the magnificent flight and landing of Apollo 11, the lads used a wheelbarrow for the rocket, a wannabe husky was used to pull the “rocket”, a large lettuce was to be the Moon, and Timmy Jenkins was the first Spaceman with Acne to successfully set foot on the “Moon” at 02.56 UTC.
Cosmic Vegetables and Other Problems
The husky had acne,
which he blamed on stress,
specifically the stress of being
a retired spaceman
now pushing a wheelbarrow
full of lettuce no one wanted.
“I used to orbit stars,” he sighed,
“now I wilt with salad.”
But then the wheelbarrow squeaked,
and he brightened,
“Ah! Drama. Finally, something cosmic again.”
The Choice
Basement stairs creaked. Her daughter lay in a wheelbarrow full of rotting lettuce beneath a suspended blade, wearing that infant spaceman onesie, completely soaked through. Timer clicking steadily down.
His husky voice crackled from hidden speakers: “Chase me or save her, Detective.”
Through the window she glimpsed him clearly. Teenage acne scars. Running.
She chose her daughter.
The spaceman had a bad case of acne as no fresh air flowed across his face.
Back on earth, he eventually found his voice, which was husky through lack of use.
He could not believe how times had changed as he was now resigned to selling lettuce from a wheelbarrow to make ends meet.
If he was a girl
They’d call her busty
But he was a man so was thought of as husky.
He tried all the diets of lettuce greens
Caused spaceman eyes and acne supreme
A wheelbarrow of romaine could fill his plate
And find his hairline receding, a horrible fate –
No more diets!
The Giverupper
I’m sick of this crap. I’m going home to let my neighbor’s husky lick my acne. He likes it and it feels good (kinda like when the spaceman’s satellite finally touches down, or when an old poet reads about Williams’s rain-soaked wheelbarrow). Then I’m gonna make me a bacon and tomato sandwich (no lettuce).
Murray Clarke:
The blast-off from Cape Canaveral had been an unparalleled success – each brave spaceman feeling in fine fettle. However, it wasn’t long before the spacemen’s voices became husky, and their faces smothered in acne. The spacewalk was subsequently abandoned in favour of “wheelbarrow exercises” around the International Space Station, and a diet of lettuce prescribed.
Gary’s Garden (An obituary)
Gary grew some of the tastiest lettuce, for a lonely soul. He yearned for the kind of recognition his brother Eli got being a Spaceman.
Short, husky and riddled with acne, despite all the blue ribbons won, poor Gary just gave up on his life.
At noon he ovexerted his heart pushing a heavy wheelbarrow.
The husky hurried through the acne covered crowd. It was looking for a spaceman pushing a wheelbarrow full of lettuce. It had been a hard week, the ghastly Mars plague was taking over, and the lettuce might hold the cure. Time now to find the rocket. That’s a flying machine not the tasty plant!
Space Acne
“Put a leaf of lettuce on your face. That’ll clear up your acne before you can say ‘wheelbarrow’.” Daphne grinned at the alien spaceman who proffered her a head of red cabbage.
“That’s no lettuce,” she growled. “That’s a head of tobacco.”
Right on cue the Romulan husky barked: “Let’s share a rollie then.”
The Veggie Spaceman
There was a spaceman proud and keen,
With a wheelbarrow of lettuce, and spring-greens,
A handsome face, despite the acne scar,
His husky voice you could hear from afar,
And a spacesuit full of wind – well, that’ll be the beans!
He’s Game
Pumpkin, the competitive pug, is a little husky, and it serves him well because he’s great for the role of the wheelbarrow in the yearly race. His motivation is running away from lettuce like a spaceman trying to hurry through space. Acne isn’t a problem here, but rather a story for another autumn day.
Together in the greenhouse
His voice so husky
My stupidity? Humidity?
The air so musky
Lettuce in the wheelbarrow
I see his muscles glistening
So embarrassed by my acne
I’m not even listening
He’s some sort of alien
And maybe something isn’t right
But I’ve found myself a spaceman
And I’ll have him tonight.
The husky pushed a rusty wheelbarrow across the garden, delivering lettuce to a lonely spaceman who had crash-landed behind the shed. Despite his helmet, acne dotted his worried face. The dog sat proudly, tail thumping, as the visitor munched greens and plotted repairs, grateful for such unlikely earthly kindness on that quiet autumn morning.
Oh Zit
Whoa! She nearly tipped her wheelbarrow of fresh picked lettuce when she spied the husky spaceman walking her way. It had been a little minute since so attractive a male just happened by, that she almost forgot to check her look in the mirror. Slyly, she snuck a peak and blast it, darn acne!
The trails near the village of Husky Woods were an out of bounds zone. Legends tell of a spaceship hovering over the trees with the arrival of the new moon. It comes looking for the acne faced spaceman, once left behind, and now seen wandering through the trees pushing a wheelbarrow filled with lettuce.
A very husky sized spaceman had to be wheelbarrowed up to the rocket ship. He’d been on a strict lettuce diet, but it only gave him a face full of acne. Now NASA said the launch must go on, but they needed more gas to get off the ground, so they fed him beans.
The spaceman, his skin scarred by acne and dehydration, pulled the wheelbarrow from the now empty food locker. Inside lay one withered head of lettuce, Earth’s last, smuggled for the colony that never came.
He paused, pulled reverently at the outer leaves, and whispered in a husky voice, “The last of the fresh greens.”
Invaders From Mars
Inspector Husky investigated the crime scene: someone had stolen Mayor McCheese’s prize-winning lettuce. The only witness? A confused spaceman found napping in a wheelbarrow. “I saw nothing,” he slurred, scratching his acne. Inspector Husky sniffed him suspiciously; special sauce and flecks of lettuce dotted the alien’s chin. Case closed! Husky’s got his man, erm… spaceman!
Wearing my spaceman outfit, I was on my way to the fancy dress ball when I clumsily tripped over the wheelbarrow. I had chosen the outfit as the helmet hid my acne. The accident made me late so all that was left of the buffet were two stale rolls and a lettuce leaf.
the husky spaceman
turned a wheel barrow of a cart wheel
to express how he did feel
his skin did not sheen
acne to mien
and lettuce
and straw
instead of a spine
***
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Esther Chilton 
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