Sunday, January 16, 2011

A little sword play for #66

It's a war out there-literally in Microfiction Monday #66! For those of you who are new, Susan, over at Stony River, challenges us to write a story (140 characters of less including spacing and punctuation) based on a picture she posts each week. I worked on both the prose and poetry while at my daughter's gymnastic meet tonight. I did it in between events, and yes, this time I was able to get a poem out (although it's pretty darn short.) Anyway, here is the picture and my first story:


Fudo grabbed the first thing he could reach, hoping it would buy him some time, but Rafu'a sword would test this tactic in mere seconds. (136 characters)

And here is my poem:

The war raged on,
Pitting father against son.
But in the end,
Nobody really won.
(80 characters)
It's a little rough around the edges, but no time for rewrites...
Now, a few of you (I hope) will exercise your funny bone tonight, so I can't wait!

30 comments:

  1. His parasol isn't much of a golden parachute, eh? funny

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  2. I liked both, no rough edges that I saw.
    You're just good! I so enjoy coming by every week.

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  3. Oh, I agree with Peggy, no rough edges at all and you are good indeed! I appreciate your visits very much, thank you. Hope you've had a good weekend, Susan, and a great week to follow!

    Sylvia

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  4. nice poem, I couldn't think of anything for a poem today but yours came out really nice.

    Poor Fudo, not sure the parasol can help him much. May he rest in peaces.

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  5. Enjoyed both! But, now I see a saga full of deeply entrenched family turmoil...oh, the drama...sigh... :> Hope your week's off to a great start! :>

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  6. Great job, as always, and written on the go! Enjoyed them both. :)

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  7. poor Fudo, who would think a parasol would be the first thing available!

    your poem is lovely

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  8. They both are good.Wish you a great week, Susan.

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  9. I am so glad nobody REALLY won- could have been messy! thanks-

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  10. I think your poem said it all.... so sad. :O(

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  11. Maybe with some quick thinking and soothing words Fudo will calm his attacker. Plus his pretty pink parasol might shock Rafu into momentary paralysis.

    I really like your poem--so poignant, and sadly true sometimes.

    I really like your prose and poem MMs!

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  12. I like them both but the poem best! Being able to come up with something at a meet is incredible!

    Ok, my funny bone is twinging but I wasn't ready for a new post at my blog so this is just for you:

    Samurai Poppins loved to laugh but this tea party was bringing him down! He aimed and sang. A spoon full of sugar makes the katana go down! (139) ; )

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  13. Motpg, you are too funny! I looked at this on my lunch break and laughed out loud-good thing I was alone! LOL!

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  14. Poor Fudo has a distinct disadvantage, doesn't he?! Your story made me laugh!
    :)

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  15. You're so good at this! I like the father and son one the most!

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  16. I think they are both great - who needs a rewrite? - you do great!!!

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  17. Thanks moondustwritier and Peggy!

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  18. Pooch, I'm glad I made you laugh, and blueviolet I love doing these! It really makes you think about making every word count...

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  19. Pat, never underestimate the power of a good shock, huh? LOL!

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  20. very nice: I enjoyed it! and great poem too...

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  21. Awe, so true. A parent and child fighting - is there every really a winner? Very insightful.

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  22. The parasol will be in tatters in no time!

    Great poem to go with the pic. :)

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  23. War often produces that same effect...no one wins...

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  24. Good ones. If he's using that parasol for defense, I certainly hope that the ribs are made of steel!

    My MF: Details

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  25. Fudo has no choice, 'drowning man grabbing a straw' But he may have something up his sleeves, samurais do!

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  26. The poem is terrific! I like both entries. No rewrites necessary. Hope you have a great week Susan!

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  27. A father-son fight never ends; and nobody wins this war.

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