50 Word Thursday — Hauling Boxes

b4db9377-63d8-470e-8af2-d177383aac86“It’s simple,” the man said. “All you have to do is carry these boxes from this house to the one at the top of the alley. I’ll give you five dollars for each box.”

I was out of work and really needed the money. There were maybe 20 boxes to be moved, so I figured sure, why not? A hundred bucks to move boxes. I estimated about 10 to 15 minutes each way and figured I could have all 20 boxes moved by the end of the day, no problem. So I got started hauling the boxes, one at a time, up the alley.

Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening. Each box seemed a little bit heavier than the one before it. By the time I got to the tenth box, it was so heavy that I could barely lift it.

I hadn’t bothered asking the old man what was in the boxes. I didn’t think that was any of my business. But when the box was almost too heavy to lift, I had to see what was inside of it. I pulled off the tape, opened the flaps and looked inside. “Oh my God,” I screamed.

(200 words)


Written for 50 Word Thursday. This week’s prompt was provided Kristian Tales From the Mind of Kristian.

The rules for this prompt are:

  1. The completed piece must be in multiples of 50 words — maximum of 250 words. Anything is acceptable — poetry, story, anecdote.
  2. There will be a photo (above) and a random phrase from a book that Kristian is currently reading. That phrase is, “Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.” You can use either the picture, the phrase, or both.
  3. Please pingback to Kristian’s prompt post and tag your post “50 word Thursday.”

If anyone else feels like participating in this prompt, please feel free to do so and link back to Kristian’s post.

Weird Words

865BA7A2-52BE-4AFF-A15F-71EB6B8520ADThings are getting pretty weird here in the blogosphere when you get tagged, as I did by Melanie, over at Sparks From a Combustible Mind, to write a post using a bunch of words I never heard of. The words she used were:

  • Argot
  • Blatherskite
  • Cryptozoology
  • Eye – Candy
  • Hoddy  – Noddy
  • Rawky

I think I’m supposed to select four of the words that Rory, over at A Guy Called Bloke, whose brainchild this nonsense is, assigned to her, replace two of them with two new words she assigned to me:

  • Scrud
  • Flibbertigibbet

And then I’m supposed to write a post continuing Melanie’s “call me buff” story using four of Melanie’s original six words plus the two new words she assigned to me.

After that, I’m supposed to tag another blogger to take my six weird words, throw out two, add the two new words I chose, and use the new set of six words to write their own post continuing the “call me buff” story that Melanie started.

Here’s what Melanie wrote:

I am beige. Therefore there is nothing notable about me whatever. I blend in well to everything around me and am often overlooked. Fortunately, I have the gift of blatherskite. Gift or curse is a better way to say that. And I’m not the most argute person to invite to your high brow wine and cheese parties. I can wax long and prosaically on Cryptozoology…particularly the now rare and perhaps extinct species called Humanus Intelligencius Common Sense-u-us; an off shoot to a once prolific and well regarded group, Humanus Intelligencius.   

Humanus Intelligencius was once mighty.   Its decline began when folks in general started worrying more about things that don’t matter, like where a comma is used – which is important but only in small dosages – than things that made sense, like enough food for everybody and honesty isn’t a dirty word. 

One engenders the deadly blank stare and furtive yawning if one over applies ones’ great love of trivial information. That leads, logically, to the off shoots like H.I. (or Humanus..oh you get it)  Incredibulus Dumb-Ass-u-Rs and ROIUS mutations.  Which in turn begat the now common Politicus Entitled Orange Skinn-u-us Moronicus, which has taken over much of the planet. Don’t look directly at those things, they aren’t eye-candy and may possibly render the incautious viewer blind. 

Still I’m no hoddy-noddy, I know enough to come in out of the rawky weather. And when my time is up? As it is now, I’ll bow out gracefully. Never fear! Someone will be along presently to continue this blather about words odd and mysterious. Because some of that? Is ALWAYS welcome, even if buff persons aren’t, naked or not.

And here’s my continuation.

“Oh scrud,” I said. “I can’t find my flibbertigibbet. I swear I had it right next to my blatherskite. I was planning to head to the beach today and gaze at all those eye-candy teenyboppers wearing their itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny bikinis. But without my beige hoddy-noddy, I just don’t think I have the balls to show my face. It would just be too rawky of me. I might as well just appear in the buff.”

Okay, I’m going to tag Jim over at A Unique Title For Me to run with it. And the two replacement words I’m going to give him are:

  • orgulous
  • susurrous

Good luck Jim.

#FOWC — Estranged Conversation

0C51D22E-E673-4B4B-9769-235C0D87B0A7“Ugh,” Greg muttered under his breath.

“What’s the matter?” Harvey asked.

“I have to go to my lawyer’s office this afternoon for a settlement conference with my estranged wife,” Greg said.

“What’s so strange about her?” Harvey wanted to know.

“Not strange,” Greg answered. “Estranged.”

“Okay, whatever,” Harvey said. “What’s so estranged about her.”

“Do you even know what that word means?” Greg asked. “She’s not estranged, we — she and I — are estranged.”

“I don’t think you’re strange,” Harvey said.

“No, Harvey. Estranged doesn’t mean strange. It means alienated,” Greg explained.

“Your wife is an alien? From Mexico?”

“No, from the planet Krypton,” Greg said sarcastically.

“Isn’t that where Superman is from?” Harvey asked. “Yeah, that would make her a strange alien, all right.”

“I give up,” Greg said. “See you when I get back from the lawyer.”

“That was one the most estranged conversations I’ve ever had,” Harvey said to himself after Greg left.


Written for today’s Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “estranged.” Image credit: Geralt at Pixabay.