I know most of you have read previous “Tell Me A Story” publications. Recently several writers asked about it, so here it is again.
I asked several AC writers to write a story using the following 8 words and phrases:
a cold winter’s night
a slippery slope
cat food in a pouch
Here are their unedited stories for your reading pleasure.
The weathermen had bombarded us with thunder storm warnings but I never thought the storm would actually hit us and steal our electricity in the middle of one of New York’s worst heat waves in decades. Getting any rest at all was almost impossible without so much as a tiny breeze to break the thick, humid air that hung all around. I even choked on the heat and humidity during my nap as I dreamed of a cold winter’s night. Then again, it could have been the cold Kielbasa and Polish mustard that I had eaten for lunch.
Like a kid on a slippery slope, I tripped over the rose bush as I hurried out the door of the house to pack the car for our emergency weekend getaway. After placing the cat food in pouch containers from the huge bag I purchased at Sam’s Club last week, I headed back inside to gather the rest of our things. It was more like a scavenger hunt to get all that was needed for the two dogs, the cat and me. I was hoping to find some relief in the Hampton’s while we waited for the return of electricity and maybe, if we were lucky, we’d run into Donald Trump. I better bring the camera, too.
I have some pretty wild friends who every year throw a big neighborhood party that includes a scavenger hunt in their huge backyard. The items are always silly like looking for cat food in a pouch and hoping a mountain lion or bobcat doesn’t find it first. This year, we’re looking for Polish mustard, of all things. Well, I don’t have to worry about mountain lions or bobcats looking for that, instead I have to worry about bears!
It just happens to be one of the hottest days of summer and it’s starting to get dark. It’s one of those days that makes you think about a cold winter’s night in front of fireplace, know what I mean? Whew! We need a good thunderstorm to cool things off but there’s no storm warnings in sight according to the local weatherman.
Ooouch! I forgot about that rose bush she planted last year! And why is it planted on the edge of a slippery slope! What do you expect from couple that looks like Donald Trump and Reba McIntyre?
Never mind the storm warnings from the weather channel; we had a worse storm brewing right here in our living room. Grandpa was on one of his wild rants again. It started when my sister made a somewhat disparaging comment about Donald Trump.
“Where do you get off running down President Trump, Rose? Bush was worse than him and Louie Anderson combined!”
“Grandpa, you’re not even making sense,” she admonished him.
“Yeah, well, you can put Polish mustard on a doormat, but it still tastes like cat food in a pouch, don’t it?” was his swift rejoinder.
“Whaaaat?” we both said at the same time.
“Ha!” Grandpa snorted. “It’ll be a cold winter’s night in August before you young punks can outwit Sylvester P. Farnsworth the Third!”
“But Grandpa, your name’s Steve McBride,” I foolishly tried to explain. “Where the dickens did you get that new name?”
“Found it in a scavenger hunt,” he proudly replied.
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