Copyright: J Hardy Carroll
It was a cold and stormy night and although soaked to the bone, my spirits rose when I saw a light shining in the decayed castle ahead.
“Walk this way" said the hunchback greeting me at the door, and although it seemed silly I obliged, dragging my left leg in the self-same manner as the pitiable fellow.
We entered Dr. Frankenstein’s laboratory.
“Fortuitous!” exclaimed Frankenstein. “I am just in need of a brain for the monster.”
How about that, folks? Three clichés in 100 words. Not bad for a guy who had no earthly idea what to do with the prompt!
Yes, I certainly took the low road this week, slinging a ragtag bunch of cliches at you instead of coming up with a real story. If I were you, I wouldn't even lower myself to read it!
I just remembered how few of you ever do.
You can read actual stories by the other Friday Fictioneers, however, by clicking here. They're all pretty good, but just try to find "a dark and stormy night" in the bunch!
The cliches are good ones but the fact that you stayed at 100 words is
Wait for it ........."priceless"
Yes, but if we count comments, I'm going WAY over now!
You made me laugh out loud, Perry. It was the "walk this way" that did it. :)
:) you nailed it, clichés and all!
Very funny. Not at all ghoulish! I giggled! Good for you. While we waxed morbid, you induced smiles! GB!
Was it only three? Okay, I'lllet you off :)
It's supposed to be a DARK and stormy night, Perry.
Unfortunately, nothing worth writing about ever happens on a light and sunny day. Readers would just say, "Ho hum. So what," and go back to plucking nose hairs with their tweezers.
I'm alright with that as long as they don't try to pluck mine.
Glad he found the right place to rest :) Nice one.
he is saved. all he has to do is tell the good doctor that he ain't got no brains because he followed his assistant.
Cliches are great... though I love them best when they are mashed-up... :-) great job on the cold night... Besides I think it's evidence enough that he lack brains that he let himself be led to that place... No problem really, the hunchback will do better for brains.
Hehehe, I loved every word of it. I was waiting for 'suddenly a shot rang out,' but I guess the word count didn't let you include it.
You are the cliche king of the week!
You put these cliches together so nicely, Perry. They fit like a glove on your story. :)
Only time will tell if he knocked at the right door. Maybe it is just a matter of time.
I loved the Snoopy cartoons and he used cliches all the time. I loved the one where he was told to write about people so wrote "He was a dark and stormy knight." It sounds like you still have your brain. Hilarious, Perry. :D ---- Suzanne
I always knew your taste in humor was unremittingly highbrow, Sandra!
It's a good thing it was only 100 words because I was running out of cliches and almost had to include some actual writing.
At least you got some waxing done, the place in my story is filthy!
Arguably four, if we count the dark and stormy night as one and the soaked to the bone traveler as another one. I'll leave it up to you!
All I can say is "pluck you!" And thanks for correcting my stormy night reference, but it actually was a cold night and not a dark night because the aurora borealis was out. See I know what I'm doing!
It wasn't a nice one for him, but thanks!
Good point, but I'm afraid he has brains enough for a creature whose most advanced articulation is "ARGGGG!"
You're right, he is dumber than I meant him to be. Maybe his brain is safe after all.
Yes, I had to edit that one out along with the part where the monster ravages the countryside, is chased by the townspeople with torches, and supports Bernie Sanders.
It's good to be the king.
Thank you, Amy. You're right, they are to die for!
Depends on your point of view. He knocked on the right door from Dr. Frankenstein's point of view.
I have always tried to pattern myself after Snoopy, especially the ears.
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