Punkin's Stories

My Life in Six Words Challenge: Recap

2008-09-27T03:04:02Z

Here’s another entry. It’s the title of one of my other Ficlets.

Well Worn Wisdom and No Regrets

An Unfulfilled Wish.

2008-09-26T03:07:13Z

Never again. She looked at her reflection, a ghost of her former self. She couldn’t even find the mousey liberian she had once been. Her image so completely changed.

The money had done that. The guilt had finished the job.

Slowly, delibertly she bent forward, book in hand. She dropped it with a heavy thud into the ashes. She buried it in leaves and newspaper clippings.

Dousing the stack, she lit a match and threw it into the fire.
As the papers began to burn, the curling print revealed the image of the old man. His image smiled back at her as the edges began to blacken.

Tears streamed down her face as she read the words, which accompianied the photo.

Beloved Philanthropist Mourned
Maxwell Harrington, Philanthropist and father of
Faith Defluiter…

What she wished for she coud never have, so she vowed to wish… never again.

Lost Baggage.

2008-09-25T17:58:57Z

The plane landed with a jolt. Tropical splendor rushed by revealing itself in brief glimpses.

I waited with anticipation, glancing out the window and listening for the annoucement to disembark. I was about to began a journey of a lifetime. I knew it. The air was thick with it. My excitement and apprehension mingled like an unexpected electrical shock.

As I stepped out of the plane into the thick humid air of Costa Rica, I was suddenly ovecome by an unexpected sense of peace. Suddenly, I could see with cyrstal clarity.

The worries, pestilences of my mind, fell away one by one.

Unimportant.

I stepped off the plane unencumbered. My metopharical baggage lost in transit. I for one was in no hurry to recover it.

The Realm of Possibility

2008-09-25T13:22:15Z

She gazed over at him filled with a poignant mixture of longing, anger and disbelief. Despite the years he had barley aged.

Fairyman, her son had called him. Yet she had known him by a different name. She to had been a different person then.

In those days the entrance to the Realm was nothing more than child’s play and a good book. Her own overactive imagination had brought her here. Many times.

When she purchased the video game for her son, she was thrilled to see it’s name. “The Realm” It was like meeting an old familer friend…..

It was shock and anger which were at the root of her muffled scream. For the last 8 years she had tried to forget him, and her broken heart.

Gathering up her courage, she took her child by the hand, and walked toward “Fairyman”.

“Elrod,” she said to the Elfin figure, “It’s time you met your son.”

Stark Reality

2008-09-22T16:47:29Z

Panicked Toby’s mother searched the house, the yard, under the bed, behind the dryer, anywhere she could imagine a small child might squeeze himself.

When she finally realized he was truly gone, she sat weeping on his bed. Reaching for the phone, she noticed the flicker of her sons television. He had of forgotten to turn off his video game, again. The thought made her weep harder.

Yet, through the haze of her tears and confusion, somehow she made out the image of her son walking across the television screen. A character in his own game? Surely not.

Gasping, she sat down in front of the screen, barely believeing her eyes. Her son strode, alone through a sparkling landscape, dressed in gleaming armour, wielding not a carrot but a sword.

A glimmer came from the screen blinding and surrounding her. Her world suddenly went dark.

Azure Seas

2008-09-15T16:33:50Z

I remember the first time I gazed over the azure waters of the Carribean. The blue of the sky paled in comparison to the deep and varigated colors of the water below. I gazed transfixed from the airplane window, the water below flitting in and out of view like some exotic butterfly.

I felt as if I could stare at it forever, as it streched out like a gem into the horizon. Too soon, it was replaced with the lush verdant foliage of the jungle. I sighed, relaxed into my chair and cherished the moment.

My journey had just begun.

Dinsoaur Boys Challenge by BoyFightingDinosaur.: And the winner is.

2008-09-10T12:13:34Z

And the winner of the golden dinosaur awards go to…

A five year old’s dream by Mistress Elsha Hawks!
http://ficlets.com/stories/40258

and

A day in the life of BFD by Mighty Joe Young.
http://ficlets.com/stories/39972

There are two first places because we couldn’t agree between the two.

The stories were all wonderful and I had a hard time choosing. I want to thank everyone again who entered. This turned out better than expected considerig it was our first challenge.

Sorry it took so long to post results.

How I live. By Jessica

2008-09-03T19:56:10Z

Once upon a time I was a cowboy and heres my life. I had a palomino horse named Cowbird. I wanted to have a horse and be a jocky too and I went to my dream to be a jockey and there I was a jocky. I won 6 races in a week and I hope I could win more for my country named England.How was I doing fine and I went home to take a nap for the big race coming up and I was riding Cowbird. Finially I was ready. Boy, I was racing from seabisket. I was winning fine and I cross the finsh line, just in time for him to catch up! I won a trophy and a ribbon. Now that’s a fine story! Now I’m going to take a nap. So long my furry friend remember you are in hot water!

The End

Student Writers at Work

2008-09-03T19:53:51Z

A little note from Punkin:

In “real” life I am a Speech Language Pathologist. I work with a variety of students with speech and language issues. Examples being students who can’t say thier r’s or others who can’t sequence the order of a story. My job is to enrich there vocabulary and encourage them to use language. I’d also like them to love reading and writing. (Which is also part of my job.)

This summer I experimented with my youngest son and ficlet’s and discovered, this website would be a very useful tool for my student’s.

So I am starting a series of ficlet’s written by my students. In fact I have one already. She had a great time writing the ficlet and worked so hard during our session, because she wanted to write a story about horses. Being that some of my students can be hard to motivate, it was encouraging to see her work so hard and have so much fun at the end.

So just an FYI ! Student writers at work. Be kind thier still learning.

(Eventually I will get them there own screenname.)

Most Embarrassing Moment Challenge: Lost in Transalation.

2008-09-03T09:33:06Z

I stayed in Costa Rica on a crazy whim, which began with a comment. Not an embarrassing one. It was in English, which I’m good at, being my first language. Spanish is my second, reserved for family members who forgive my poor grammar and humor me. Not so here.

I was working as a naturalist guide in a remote jungle lodge. Quite the social experiment. Imagine having to spend 24-7 with your co-workers and an ultra-control freak boss.

One afternoon a rumor spread. Here it spread fast being one of the few forms of legal entertainment. A new group of tourists were arriving and, gasp, they had a guide. Rumour was he a ladies man.

“Watch out for him.” the other guides said.

He turned out to be nice. I even shared a rare treat with him, bought at the local store a 2 hour boat drive away. As a small group of us stood chatting, in Spanish, I bragged about the treat.

He looked at me smiling. “Better use English.”

“You just said, you shared yourself with me.”

Blushing, I switched to English.

Well-worn Wisdom and No Regrets (HB/LB challenge)

2008-09-03T03:11:50Z

She sat at the dining room table dressed smartly and smelling of lavender and chamomile tea. Her husband sat next to her, his dapper clothes covered with a cloth bib.

I introduced myself as the new Speech Therapist who would be working with her husband. I knew a little about him. His chart had described him as “lucid, but pleasently confused.”

I had come into the position at the last minute, a temporary fill-in.

As we began to chat, I was struck by the overall contentment presented by this aged couple, married 68 years.

“We’ve had a good life.” She stated matter of factly.”Never had any kids, but that gave us the chance to travel more.”

“Don’t wait.” She said looking at me intently. “It’s so easy to say, I’ll wait till I retire, so easy to be to busy. Time flies. Enjoy life while you can.”

“We did.” she continued “We never looked back and if I could I’d do it again.”

“Don’t regret the things you could have done.”

She smiled reassuringly at her husband. Her eyes twinkling with joy.

Mighty-Joe Hits a Home Run...

2008-09-03T01:54:26Z

Back at G2’s lair

“Wait Punkin!” G2 yelled suddenly cognizant of the mistake Punkin was about to make.

Unfortuately, it was too late. Mighty-Joe awoke with a start.
None to happy. It seems, Mighty-Joe had some hurt to hand out and he was feeling, well, mighty generous.

Grabbing G2’s head he flung it like a bowling ball toward Orange Oreos and Lone Writer, who scattered like pins.

Punkin grabbed lil’ Krully, and headed for the exit.

“Sorry, guys” she yelled back at the trio. “I’ve always wanted to join the League of Awesomeness and this is my one chance.

“I got it!!” she yelled back her voice echoing distantly “I got the pen, Mighty-Joe.”

Mighty-Joe simply grinned. Picking up G2’s body and wielding it like a baseball bat, he stepped toward Orange Oreos and Lone Writer.

“Batter up” he yelled.

Mighty-Joe always liked sports and he was planning on hitting a couple of homers.

If animals could talk....

2008-09-01T14:17:26Z

One Skunk to another Skunk.
“Hey, what’s that smell?”

One Shark to another Shark.
“That bites..”

One Giraffe to another Giraffe
“So long..”

One Turtle to another Turtle
“Not so fast….”

One Bat to another Bat
‘Didn’t see that coming.”

Jellyfish

2008-09-01T13:58:49Z

Jellyfish, Jellyfish everywhere.
Jellyfish Jellyfish in my hair.

Thought I’d go for a swim.
Now look at the mess I’m in.

The beach aint’ near.
Lost my snorkeling gear.

My suit took off with that last wave.
If I’d could I’d hide in a cave.

Jellyfish, Jellyfish everywhere.
Jellyfish Jellyfish in my hair.

DinaSharks by BoyFightingDinosaur

2008-09-01T13:49:30Z

“Sharks patrol these waters.” Patrol means bite and they eat fish and they eat people.

They’re eating differnet animals. They are eating snakes and King Cobras today. And that’s it’s