“Good night,” said Thomas’s mother, as he fell asleep.
“It’s about time! General Anxiety advances along the River of Doubt!” exclaimed Linguine, the wrought-iron lizard.
Songbirds and butterflies fled the darkening woods. Linguine and Thomas readied their Falstaffs; a foolish choice of weapon, except against Harrowing Figments of Imagination.
“Thomas, why is there egg on your face?”
“Why are you turning green?”
A floret-shaped projectile whizzed past Linguine’s snout. “It’s the Forces of Negativity, pelting us with broccoli and rotten eggs!” he cried.
“What gall! Charge!”
With a swing of their Falstaffs, bullies, zombies, boredom, and other faceless torments disintegrated into laughter, leaving Thomas’s dreams happy and free.
This has been an installment of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge. If you would like to give the challenge a try, start at Rochelle’s Purple Blog and join the fun.
Here’s the concept: A weekly picture is posted, and the writer is challenged to produce one-hundred (more or less) words of some sort of fiction with a complete plot (beginning, middle and end).
Have fun and happy writing!