Santa had been naughty and was locked in the coal cellar. Mrs Clause called the reindeer and off they went.
This Christmas an alluring sparkle lingered around every chimney they visited.
Can you tell a story in … 31 words, including chimney, sparkle, naughty.
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„Put a leaf of lettuce on your face. That’ll clear up your acne before you can say ‘wheelbarrow’”. Daphne grinned at the alien spaceman who proffered her a head of red cabbage. “That’s no lettuce,” she growled. “That’s a head of tobacco.” Right on cue the Romulan husky barked: “Let’s share a rollie then.”
Can you tell a story in … 54 words
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Peppi packed his knapsack and set out to the bonsai plant. He rejoiced when he was immediately hired, the plant manager saying that he had the right size but warned him of occupational dangers, like drowning in the brobdingnagian puddle.
Can you tell a story … in 40 words
with bonsai, puddle, knapsack, and rejoice
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The Roman marksman who guarded the portal leading to his insensate love stood in silence for 2000 years. He guarded her well until the day a bulldog stepped out of the shadows, two well chewed slippers in his mouth, covered in drool. Who sent the … Continue reading The Pandorica Dog
Alice slapped aftershave on her face and immediately howled like a banshee. She’d forgotten about the scratch mark the gerbil had left on her cheek. She grabbed the rodent, put it in a harness which she clicked in the zipline. Alice crooned: “Off you fly to Wonderland to meet the wonderful Cat of Chesh.”
Can You Tell a Story in … 54 words
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“I COULD MURDER A CURRY,” He said. He looked over to his granddaughter, nodded with placid deference, rolled the dice, sighed deeply and stated: “A CUPCAKE IT IS.”
He started to dictate a poem to Susan while chewing and added: “DON’T CRITIQUE IT TOO HARSHLY. I’M NOT AT MY BEST.”
for Can You Tell a Story in … 50 words including poem, critique, murder, cupcake, dice
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The band started to play. The fishy lady rose with a contented growl and summoned the Hawaiian monk seal to dance. He lollopped for three quick steps and ended with a haphazard hop. “I’m allergic to the traditional polka,” he blubbered. What?!! The story needs … Continue reading One Too Many
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