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So it's not long, but that means it will take less time to read.
I haven't had much time to write lately, but when another website set a challenge to write a very short story involving a cliche, I thought I'd give it a go. So here it is:
John was as sick as a parrot. Polyomavirus, to be precise. Dr Jones had told John that whilst it was rare, it was not the first time a human had been infected with the disease and, whilst it was fatal to infant parrots, it was relatively harmless to humans. “Laughter is the best medicine” said the doctor as he wrote out a prescription for two cans of the stuff.
John took the prescription to the counter, and handed it to the nurse. She took a look at it before disappearing for several minutes, returning with two small cans. “That’s £13” she said, holding her hand out in waiting for the cash. Of course John was spitting feathers upon hearing this, but that was just one of the downsides of working in an aviary, the feathers got everywhere.
I haven't had much time to write lately, but when another website set a challenge to write a very short story involving a cliche, I thought I'd give it a go. So here it is:
John was as sick as a parrot. Polyomavirus, to be precise. Dr Jones had told John that whilst it was rare, it was not the first time a human had been infected with the disease and, whilst it was fatal to infant parrots, it was relatively harmless to humans. “Laughter is the best medicine” said the doctor as he wrote out a prescription for two cans of the stuff.
John took the prescription to the counter, and handed it to the nurse. She took a look at it before disappearing for several minutes, returning with two small cans. “That’s £13” she said, holding her hand out in waiting for the cash. Of course John was spitting feathers upon hearing this, but that was just one of the downsides of working in an aviary, the feathers got everywhere.
I would have done it yesterday, but couldn't access freeola to upload it.
So later on today.
Just have a few other things to work on first...
So later on today.
Just have a few other things to work on first...
May I inquire as to when Meka Dragon is announcing the winner of his competition? The end of June is upon us.
Heheh. Liked that.
It wasn't something you could win, as such.
Just a challenge to write something.
Just a challenge to write something.
Well, it fits the "criteria" of the competition you mentioned, and the last bit about "spitting feathers" made me smile, so I reckon you've got a chance of winning.
I liked the end bit. Just the sort of thing that makes me laugh. Did this story win?
So it's not long, but that means it will take less time to read.
I haven't had much time to write lately, but when another website set a challenge to write a very short story involving a cliche, I thought I'd give it a go. So here it is:
John was as sick as a parrot. Polyomavirus, to be precise. Dr Jones had told John that whilst it was rare, it was not the first time a human had been infected with the disease and, whilst it was fatal to infant parrots, it was relatively harmless to humans. “Laughter is the best medicine” said the doctor as he wrote out a prescription for two cans of the stuff.
John took the prescription to the counter, and handed it to the nurse. She took a look at it before disappearing for several minutes, returning with two small cans. “That’s £13” she said, holding her hand out in waiting for the cash. Of course John was spitting feathers upon hearing this, but that was just one of the downsides of working in an aviary, the feathers got everywhere.
I haven't had much time to write lately, but when another website set a challenge to write a very short story involving a cliche, I thought I'd give it a go. So here it is:
John was as sick as a parrot. Polyomavirus, to be precise. Dr Jones had told John that whilst it was rare, it was not the first time a human had been infected with the disease and, whilst it was fatal to infant parrots, it was relatively harmless to humans. “Laughter is the best medicine” said the doctor as he wrote out a prescription for two cans of the stuff.
John took the prescription to the counter, and handed it to the nurse. She took a look at it before disappearing for several minutes, returning with two small cans. “That’s £13” she said, holding her hand out in waiting for the cash. Of course John was spitting feathers upon hearing this, but that was just one of the downsides of working in an aviary, the feathers got everywhere.