On a Pedistal Table (flash fiction humor from 2015)

Few would disagree that going into the house was a test of raw stupidity; nor, would they argue that exiting alive would be anything less than a miracle. Then, what’s a little murder among friends at midnight. Besides, the mud colored sky only added to the allure of adventure. Thus, with mask affixed, he steeped over the threshold, through the open doorway, to be greeted by the sensuous aroma of chocolate and malt. A bowlful of Maltesers sat calling on a pedestal table to the right of the door. As he reached for a handful, she shot him; twice. The Director called “CUT!” Odd, thought the Director, this simple scene had already used six takes and two bowls of Maltesers; ‘when will they stick to the script and stop eating the candy!’
(On a Pedestal Table, © Steven S. Walsky, March 2015.)

This 132 word short story was posted in response to Esther Newton’s Weekly Writing Challenge for March 5th, 2015; to use the five highlighted words in a poem or story. https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/ Please visit her blog for great writing tips, humor, and market information.


International Monkey Day (Homophone/Rhyme Story)

“Kate, in celebration of International Monkey Day, on December 14th, let’s compose a short story to give us writers ideas to monkey around with,” said Sam, as he looked out the tenth storey window.

“How funky,” replied Kate, “a tale about a tree swinging tail.”

Sam started off with, “Once there was plunky, chunky monkey, arms raised above his head…not scared of any guerilla gorilla was he. Nope, this spunky fellow was no flunky. While others messed up their furs in the furze, his days of play were a daze.”

“I bet he was clunky,” said Kate. “No giros will be issued for his banana purchases…but, maybe he only eats gyros,” she laughed.

“Let’s be serious Kate. He only eats lox, so as to not mess up his locks. And he’s no flunkey, this spunkie monkey!”

Their conversation went on for some thirty minutes. Finally, Sam said that they had explored the idea long enough, “We’d best weed out any bad thoughts, before this conversation becomes word gunky.”

Kate agreed, “Any more would augur poor judgement like an auger on wood.”

And so, to keep the monkey conversation from getting skunky, they avoided letting it wane by boarding Kates wain, and they rolled off into the sunset.

(International Monkey Day, by Steven S. Walsky, December 2017.)

Hope you have a fun International Monkey Day…far too many people overlook this holiday because, as Sam said, they’re too busy monkeying around  🙂

Masque (homophone flash fiction)

The elder land baron looked at the barren landscape and thought how the beech looked as if it was on a beach. It was the miner standing next to him who should no longer be a minor participant in use of the estate. The industrious words he had used to mask his true intentions had become a serious masque of death and destruction. Once the current contract was signed, and they were tied to his development plans, the tide had ebbed; the farming productivity current moved out, and even the currants dried up.

Now the lone land baron, his other partners having moved to the Capital, wondered who would loan him sufficient capital to buy the man out, and re-fertilize the land. Could he purl enough money to turn the land once again into a pearl? He looked into the mirror and could see the reflection of the once idol who was now idle. He thought ‘from earn to urn’.

Then at dinner, over a steak, with a possible partner, he offered the prospect a stake. Of course he was careful not to induce another idiot who would prospect the land. Thus he voiced his principles, and made known that he, the land baron, was, no questions asked, the principal lead for the redevelopment. Thankfully, the man could deal with that demand. Thus, with his intentions to deal with the land destruction issue voiced and accepted, the deal closed.
(Masque, © Steven S. Walsky, October 2017, is a work of fiction.)