Showing posts with label museums. Show all posts
Showing posts with label museums. Show all posts

Friday, October 2, 2015

The Museum of the Electronic Mouse (FF)


Willard Cornwallis had always wanted to open a museum and be a millionaire, and he thought he could accomplish both by opening The Museum of the Electronic Mouse.

The new museum had wired mouses, wireless mouses, and a mouse that said "Made in China." There was a mouse that had been used by Gates (David Gates, the lead singer of Bread), one used by Steve Jobs (a small employment agency in Akron), and a fanciful mouse operated by Blue Stripe Guy, a Batman villain who never quite got to tangle with Batman because his mommy called him in for dinner.

In June, Willard Cornwallis opened his museum and by August he was indeed a millionaire many times over. 

The crowds that thronged to The Museum of the Electronic Mouse did not come to see the exhibits. They came to see what kind of an idiot would think he could become a millionaire with a museum like The Museum of the Electronic Mouse.

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If you're a stickler for the 100 word requirement of the Friday Fictioneers (and fortunately Rochelle is not), I hope you didn't read the above piece. This story is so far over the limit, even I want to force feed me my mouse for writing it.

But I didn't want to give short shrift to an enterprising dude like Willard Cornwallis, so I present his story here in 200 words or less (I hope).  You can read the enterprising and certainly more length-appropriate stories of the other Fictioneers by clicking here.

See you at The Museum of the Electronic Mouse! Can't to see that "Made in China" wonder. 

(Sorry, still mostly missing in action for reading your stories.  Please don't write anything great until I come back ....)

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The Masters' Room (FF)


"It's breathtaking!" raved Mrs. Heinz Cavendish, patron of the arts.

"Truly brilliant!" exclaimed her good friend Bryce Chadwick. "No wonder the artist's work is on special display this month here in the Masters' Room."

"And you're not going to believe who painted it," said Mrs. Cavendish. "Perry Block!"

"Perry Block? The third rate humorist?  Impossible!"

"I always thought he was just an idiot too," said Mrs. Cavendish, "but several people have told me he painted everything in this room."

"Oh no, Mrs.Cavendish," replied Bryce. "They don't mean the paintings."

"No?''

"They mean the walls, ceilings, and blotchy woodwork!''

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No, I'm not an artist and even "paint by numbers" is too much for me, but I did create one masterpiece this week --- a Friday Fictioneers entry based upon the prompt above which came in at a "by the rules at last" 99 words.   Hey, I may cut off my ear in celebration!

To take a self-guided tour of the great works of the many other Fictioneers, buy your ticket here and pick up the little museum tag you've got to wear. Don't lose it because if you leave the premises you won't be allowed back in without it.

And, after all,  you don't want to miss the great painting in the Masters' Room!