Ever wake up in a funk? Worse, if you woke up where this person did…
Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic each week to write a 100 word story about.
This week, it’s humor (funny, it was humor the week before, and the week before that, and the week before…)
Twisting the Night Away
Yes, who’s there?
Sorry, sir, but I found these slippers under the front porch of your house.
Yes, sir, right there where your house landed over these trees.
Trees? Landed? Wait, I remember now. There was this twister…
I want to thank you, sir
Thank me? Who are you?
I am unchkin
Well, Mr. Unchkin, where am I?
In Kansas, sir. And we all want to thank you
Yes. All of us.
Ding Dong. Ding Dong.
Why are all the bells ringing?
The witch is dead….
“Ding Dong” Randy Mazie
The moral of this story is:
Be careful if you twist the night away,
you might just wake up in the morning over some witch.
Funny take on the prompt. Ding dong indeed.
Hmmm…Kansas is just three miles west of us in the KCMO area. I’ll be watching for that house.
Love the immoral moral to your story. It’s only fair. I made you cry. You made me laugh.
All my stories have immoral morals.
Come to think of it, are there any other kinds?
Now say the magic word, as Groucho used to say, and down will come:
I can hear them singing now. Ding dong, the…
What a wonderful riff on the Wiz and on the prompt. Very well done.
Thank you Doug.
🙂 The witch is truly toast. Nice one Randy.
Please pass the butter and jam.
I like that on my toasted witches.
🙂 You’re funny!
The witch is finally crushed.. I like that fact it was indeed in Kansas…
Wait. Do you mean it could have been someplace else?
PS Let it be known that I had a crush on that witch
Are you a house?
Hmmm…. tough poser.
Let me think about that one. 😉
Har Har! Thanks for a light-hearted take on the prompt.
And I wrote it in the dark. Go figure.
One of my favourite movies. Great story 🙂
They made my story into a movie?
I haven’t even gotten the check yet…
Wonder if the Unchkins of Kansas are any relation to the Munchkins of Oz? Nah, probably not. Watch out, here come the Flying Onkeys!
Well, Perry, I’ll be an Onkeys’ munkle.
He didn’t drink too much and kill Thatcher, did he?
should he have?
is that a Thatcherism?
Am I really that naive? (I don’t get the moral) Don’t bother; I would probably bleed to death from blushing…
Wow, do you really bleed when you blush?
Do you gush? I guess, band-aides won’t do, huh?
Hey, can you put a tourniquet over a blush?
Are you getting all this?
Just a little immoral fun… Randy
Good fun – would have changed ”there” to ”here” as slipper location.
wait. Did you find slippers there, too.? or, were they here?
Now, I’m all confused. Where were the slippers – here or there?
You know what – just forget it. I think I’ll just change it to
I am unchkin saying that he found a dead body under the house and that he was calling the Constable if the owner didn’t pay him hush money.
Still would have changed it! Otherwise wouldn’t have mentioned it. You got a house movin man. Location’s important…
You so right. Silly me. Thanks, man.
Location is almost as important as size – at least that’s what she said (not the witch though, she was already dead – ding dong).
Ha! Ha! And that’s how the Wiz started out. And a fine moral to live by too.
what wiz? Are we talking about taking a wiz, or what?
Very clever, very creative, very funny! I knew from the third line where you were headed, and I was still transported. Good storytelling!
Randy, Wow! If those are the original ruby slippers, they’re worth a lot of money. However, I read that there was more than one pair made. I have a feeling there are many witches also. Humorous and well-written story. 🙂 —Susan
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Very humorous take on the prompt. And how true your end of the tale moral can be.
Wait. Did you mean the end of the tale, or just a piece of tail?
Your story elicited a few groans from this Kansas gal. 🙂
Groans are good.
Moans are better.
Drones are not welcome though.
thanks for commenting. Randy
That elicited a genuine chuckle from me.
Was this supposed to be dirty? “Be careful if you twist the night away,
you might just wake up in the morning over some witch.” If not I should probably be embarrassed hahaha.
If you’d prefer, you can be embarassed either way. I am.
Hahahahaha! Now THAT’S a story … especially the mention of my great Home State.
The moral was the perfect topper, too, Randy. I’m still laughing. A-1 entry!
Why thank you, monsieur colby.
I was expecting Chubby Checker or Brenda Lee Twisting the night away around the Christmas tree. I was fooled by Dorothy and the witch! :>-)
I love to hear from people who know the names of Brenda Lee and Chubby Checker… now, Let’s Twist Again with Dorothy and the Unchkins
Lovely moral, clever tale, and that house does look as if it has just landed. But whose are the slippers? The witch didn’t wear slippers. The house didn’t crush Cinders as well did it?
oops. A case of miss-mistaken identity, I guess.
Are you sure the witch didn’t wear slippers? I’ve seen a gaggle of them wearing curled up toe something-or-others.
She probably did wear slippers. After all Cinders’ glass slippers were definitely shoes with heels. All this nursery rhyme and fairy tale stuff tends to use language differently.
And I definitely recognise the curled up toe variety – don’t genies wear those too?
(To be sung) I dreamed of genie with the curled up toes
(I made her very happy – unsung).
Dear Randy, I love it and I DO LIVE IN KANSAS! Love it here but it does have it’s share of storms. Great job! Ding Dong the wicked witch is dead! Nan 🙂
Thanks for commenting and admitting that you live in Kansas and that you ACTUALLY LOVE it.
Now the whole world knows – and you can’t hide it anymore. You’re sort of out-of-the Kansas Kloset – so to speak.
Well, Ding-Dong. How’s it feel to be out and free.
OMG! Randy where have you been all my life? I can not believe I have been so woefully behind in FF I’ve missed your gems. I am feasting on your blog this morning. I’ll try to leave you a few crumbs. Dana
I’ve been here waiting for you, Dana.
I love crumbs, by the way.
I love reheated left-overs, yesterday’s dreams, and today’s secret ingredients.
I am afraid I feasted on your blog into the wee hours of the night. You may need to restock the pantry and I will not confirm or deny licking the plates clean.
ooh. You are so bad, you’re good.
I’ll go shopping in the morning, hon.