Can You Tell A Story In…

We’re nearly at the end of another busy week. I hope you’ve had a good one so far. Here is your new story challenge: can you tell a story in 64 words using the following words in it somewhere:

  • NURSE
  • TABASCO
  • INVISIBLE
  • SPIDER
  • WINDMILL
  • MOUSTACHE

The previous challenge was to write a story in 56 words using the following five words in it somewhere:

  • HYENA
  • CHEMIST
  • MOBILE
  • JIVE
  • CHEESECAKE

Here are your witty stories:

Lou by the Sea:

Progress?

Once he’d finished his cheesecake for lunch the chemist considered his next experiment – to mix the DNA of a hyena with a 1950’s rock-a-billy. This brought him great success as he created the world’s first jiving hyena. The chemist celebrated by turning the jungle drums into mobile phones. It was another sad day for the world.

Graeme Sandford:

“Let’s take it from the top!”

“Hahaha, Felicity.”

“Really, Topper – it’s not a laughing matter.”

“Well, Felicity, call me a hyena, and nibble my cheesecake!”

“What?”

“I looked it up on my mobile’s Improv App.”

“That’s quite random.”

“You’re not wrong. The other suggestion was, ‘Get me to a chemist and jive my ass off!’”

“Hmm.”

Nicola Daly:

Laugh? We laughed like a bunch of hyenas. Never thought we’d see old Bossy Boots Brown dressed like a cheesecake doing the jive with the chemistry teacher. Who knew she was so mobile – all she ever does is sit in her office giving out detentions. Pity she’d confiscated my phone else I could have recorded it.

Tony:

In my delirious kitchen, a critical Hyena applauds while a serious chemist whips the sauce as if defusing a butter bomb. My mobile plays a heroic jive. I imitate Jamie Oliver’s English comic version, laughing at a too perfect cheesecake. Magical result, slightly suspicious, but oddly delicious.
A recipe in fifteen minutes to die of laughter…

Sillyfrog’s Blog:

Diabolical Jive

The chemist decided to hide his experiment in cheesecake!

Jive’s hyena laugh shook the basement’s cobwebs as he maneuvered his wheelchair toward his laboratory.

Although he wasn’t mobile, he could still CONQUER the WORLD by diabolically altering human DNA. There’d be no charge for “Sweet Salvation”, and he’d label it “Safe, All-Natural and Lactose-Free … Supplies limited”.

Teleportingweena:

Hyena Hattie, a jive talking short order cook, drove around in a mobile cheesecake truck. Using her chemistry knowledge, she experimented with the recipe, and the result was a big inedible mistake. So she gave up making desserts, and began a photography booth – for glamour and cheesecake photos. This time her mobile truck was a hit.

Susan Batten:

The chemist zapped through the web sites on her mobile, looking for her favourite cheesecake recipe, but all she could find were “how to jive” videos and footage of mating hyenas.

The Bag Lady:

The doctor stared at Charlie, the hyena. The veterinarian/scientist was waiting for Charlie’s reaction to a treat of cheesecake for two tasks the hyena had completed. It was a rare occurrence for the mobile veterinary chemist to see such a reaction, but chuckled as Charlie began to dance the jive, showing his appreciation for the treat!

John W. Howell:

The mobile chemist was heading to the Cheesecake Factory to deliver a Zoloft prescription to the head chef. Reaching for the radio dial to turn off the song “Jive Talking,” he had to swerve to miss a Hyena in the road laughing at him. He figured the chef would not miss one pill.

Pensitivity101:

The chemist had a secondary mobile business as a novelty cake maker.
His latest request was for a cheesecake in the shape of a hyena for a seven year old.

This proved to be a challenge.

His first effort looked more like the jive bunny, but practice made perfect and the child was thrilled with it.

Murray Clarke:

The chemist shop was heaving. The queue for prescriptions snaked back to the door. Alfie, an elderly gentleman with a walking stick, was shouting abuse into his mobile – occasionally laughing hysterically like a hyena. The others regarded him with great suspicion. An octogenarian lady, jiving like a jitterbug, munched on a slice of cheesecake. Utter madness!

Christopher Farley:

Did you ever see an elephant fly?

Well I seen a horse fly

I seen a dragon fly

I seen a house fly

But I’ve never seen such a mobile laughing hyena jive, so we’ll just have to put it down to either a very sugary cheesecake or a very talented but somewhat legally dubious chemist.

Kate in Cornwall:

“Which legendary dancer invented the jive?”

“General knowledge? Seriously?”

“Leonard! Put your mobile down. Question 46: when did legendary chemist, Emil Fischer invent the cheesecake?”

“Bloody ridiculous.”

“Leonard! Phone! Question 47: Which legendary zookeeper bred a cross between a hyena and a…Leonard!”

“Here’s one for you – why did the legendary Leonard just book an Uber?”

The Afterlove Voice:

The night-shift chemist watched a hyena video on his mobile, trying to stay awake. Outside, rain tapped the windows while a radio played old jive music. A late customer arrived, trading laughter for a slice of cheesecake. Strange how the quietest nights mix the oddest things into unexpected comfort.

Kim Smyth:

Harry the hyena ate a peanut butter cheesecake and it was so delicious, he jumped up, did a shuck & jive, yeah man, he was really mobile!

Then a chemist was given the same and he analyzed the structure as he tasted its creaminess and declared it was created perfectly.

The Cheesecake Factory went viral immediately afterward.

Christine Mallaband-brown:

A hyena stood at the top of the hill. It howled and laughed at the moon.

A chemist sat in a dark tower and plotted to create chaos.

A mobile cafe had opened and it’s owner was making jive cheesecake.

She succeeded in feeding it to the hyena and chemist. They all lived happily ever after!

Mark Fraidenburg:

A Piece of Cake

The chemist report landed on her desk. His mobile lab; makeshift, brilliant, untraceable.

Torres brought cheesecake to the interrogation room. A calculated move.

He laughed, that hyena sound she’d heard in her nightmares.

“Don’t try to jive me, You need something.”

“A name,” she said. “Your next victim.”

He took the cheesecake. “Sit down, Helen.”

Dawgy Daddy Responds:

Laughing like an hyena, Snidely Whiplash sat on a park bench eating strawberry cheesecake while surfing on his mobile phone. He had just quit his job as an assistant chemist at the Dudley Do-Right chemical plant. As Bullwinkle walked past he started talking jive to the moose about some bear named Yogi and a picnic basket.

L wie:

The Wrong Snack Choice?

As a chemist he should have known that an unrefridgerated cheesecake was like poison. He was not doing the jive, but writhing in pain in the middle of nowhere in the bushes. The mobile had no reception, truckers did not stop for a mess like him. Only a hungry hyena seemed very interested in his fate.

Lily’s Corner:

Safari

My next stop was to see a majestic lion, not a hyena, I told my friend, the food chemist. I’ve got the coordinates punched into my mobile. I hope you’re done eating your cheesecake and ready to jive to my tunes! My friend didn’t hear a word because he was on the ground studying a plant.

iMartist:

No Laughing Matter

Chemists Meridith and Sheila were out to lunch. Meridith has been jonesing for some strawberry cheesecake despite Sheila jiving her about the caloric intake and noting that continuing to eat like this could affect her mobility. Unfortunately, the waiter said it was low-selling and removed from the menu. Sheila looked at Meridith and just laughed hysterically like a hyena.

The Elephant’s Trunk:

Weird Science

An unkempt chemist discovered a unique isotope.

He decided to go mobile by testing it in the wild but a hyena appeared and drank his sample.

Suddenly the hyena cackled, started talking jive, and performed an incredible moonwalk.

The chemist cheered “Bravo!”, before realizing the beast had also devoured his only slice of celebratory cherry cheesecake.

Ann Edall-Robson:

The menu was set and the suppliers sourced. The vehicle that had once sounded like a laughing hyena when the motor turned over, now hummed. All that was left to make the dream of a mobile food truck into reality was a paint job and choose the right name. Would it be Cheesecake Chemist or The Java Jive?

Rall:

jiving about

in full swing

laughing like a hyena

a tipple too many methinks

having fun at the partythe chemist was mobile again

laid low for several weeks

after a bout of food poisoning

surprised he was eating the cheesecake

Annette Rochelle Aben:

Stick a Fork in it

Naturally, when the pickings were slim in the jungle, Jose hyena, needed to seek employment elsewhere. With a family to care for, he tried working behind the counter at Java Juice and jive for a bit. But the creative chemist in him needed more. In less than two months, Jose rolled out his mobile cheesecake pop-up!

Richmond Road:

Dancing, prancing, so alive
Feeling like a winner
Thumping, pumping, jumping jive
After cheesecake dinner

Whirl and twirl with pretty girl
Screaming like hyena
What a body! Mobile hips!
Gosh! You should have seen ‘er!

But cheesecake be, alas you see
A chemistry disaster
Pretty girl too much for me
No way I could outlast ‘er.

poetisinta:

Jive Talking

The chemist dropped his mobile into his tea

A hyena laughed loudly, ‘Hee-hee-hee!’

‘Let’s jive,’ cried the chemist, ‘there by that door!’

He replied, ‘OK, just watch me slide across the floor!’

So they danced eating cheesecake,

Until their bones did ache,

Said the hyena, ‘Now, I feel daft –

So I’m off to have a good laugh.’

Therapy Bits:

At midnight a wandering hyena slipped into a city lab where a sleepy chemist guarded a glowing mobile reactor. Music leaked from the radio—old-school jive. The chemist bribed the beast with stolen cheesecake. They danced, improbable partners, until dawn, when the hyena laughed, pockets sugared, and vanished into traffic. No one believed the security footage later.

Andy Cripps:

The Chemist

The mobile chemist pulled up in that terrible white van, cackling like a hyena. I hated that jive turkey. He thought he was a loved member of our community; thought himself sweet as cheesecake. But he was rotten, bitter and a tad sour. No better than any snake oil salesman. I’ll be glad when he’s dead.

Utahan15:

the shuck and jive

mobile and alive

a hyena jackal

wolf wants

the cheesecake

beefcake medium well

do tell!

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

  1. nikidaly70 Avatar
    nikidaly70

    ‘I don’t want any of that tabasco flavoured medicine, nurse. That last lot had me hallucinating. Thought I was stuck in a windmill with a spider with a pink sparkly moustache. The sails kept going round faster and faster and he kept bringing me sacks of grain to grind. Had to put my invisibility cloak on to get away. Got a whiskey shot instead?’

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  2. Cressida de Nova Avatar
    Cressida de Nova

    nurse tobasco

    disliked moustaches

    when her patients were sedated

    she removed them

    claiming that they housed

    invisible spiders

    a health hazard

    she liked windmills and tulips

    searched relentlessly

    for a dutch boyfriend

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  3. Here is my entry for today:

    https://wp.me/p3RE1e-nUb

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  4. Good evening Esther,
    When Rimbaud rethinks Don Quichotte …

    At dusk, I cross the drunken roads under a creaking windmill.
    My mustache smells of dust and the Tabasco of revolts.
    An invisible Spider, weaves storm maps into my skull.
    The nurse of dreams comes to stitch the fever in my temples.
    Yet I leave again, a fiery bohemian, swallowing the night, certain that dawn lies and the stars conspire in my pierced pockets.

    I wish you a pleasant evening Esther.
    Tony

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  5. the nurse

    was my mom

    and the sauce was

    mchillhenies tabasco

    hot cha ching

    my pleasure was not invisble

    as the spider veins

    making me a new moustache!

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  6. My first attempt at a challenge:
    A Lucky moustache
    My moustache doesn’t twiddle but spins like a windmill. Siting in the café, I noticed a spider sitting on my spinning gem of a moustache. I leapt from my seat, knocking the jug of tabasco sauce onto my invisible neighbours arms. Screaming, “I’ve been burnt” she fainted. At A&E the Nurse impressed by my moustache slipped me her telephone number.

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  7. Kate in Cornwall Avatar
    Kate in Cornwall

    Breezy Miller’s tranquil life in his windmill was being ruined. The nurse who visited daily to change his dressings (don’t ask) never stopped moaning: “Tabasco Sauce down your front, Weetabix in your moustache, and look at all those cobwebs!”
    Persuading Jennifer, his Black Widow spider, out from where she’d rather remain invisible (all that screaming does her head in), Breezy set her to work…

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  8. Nurse Nichola sat at the lunch table. She was having Enchelladas with TABASCO sauce. She liked hot food. Meanwhile an INVISIBLE SPIDER was sitting in the WINDMILL opposite.
    It’s presence was not known to the nurse. But it’s venom had been collected, added to the food and soon she would’sport a huge black MOUSTACHE. Her old rival sat quietly and sniggered to himself . .

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  9. The nurse with the moustache, who tries to remain invisible, got his butt in a windmill when he injected the old guy with some kind of spider juice. No one would have known had the old guy not asked for flies in his Bloody Mary instead of Tabasco.

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  10. ESCAPE FROM THE MENTAL FACILITY

    Asking nurse to please be kind
    There is a windmill in my mind
    Either that or, holy flip!
    She’s put tabasco in my drip
    But this ain’t no hallucination
    And these spiders aren’t imagination
    So I’ll escape, and in disguise
    As I change avert your eyes
    With false moustache, a beard and glasses
    Please don’t notice as me passes.

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