THE ADVENTURES OF THOMAS AND LINGUINE: EMPEROR CONCERTO AND THE CATS CURSE

PHOTO CREDIT - C. Hase

PHOTO CREDIT – C. Hase

(A continuation of last week’s Friday Fictioneers entry: The Adventures of Thomas and Linguine: The Battle Against the Forces of Negativity)

“Do you smell that?” Linguine winced.

Thomas took a sniff. “Festering onions, liver, and black tea,” he concluded.

“Old Curmudgeon has unleashed her Hectoring Halitosis in these parts.”

Wilted flowers and dazed hummingbirds stunned by wafts of smelly, incessant criticism, lined the shore.

“Why?” asked Thomas.

“She conspires with Andrew Lloyd Webber to rob your dreams of goodness and replace it with horrendous ‘Memories.’ We sail to Cheeseville at once!”

“Every sappy line of Cats drives me insane! I’ll turn into a Vegetable,” cried Thomas.

“Beauty and truth always win,” said Emperor Concerto, who would know.

The trio sailed off on a high note.

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Beethoven: Piano Concerto No.5 In E Flat Major Op.73 -“Emperor” – Krystian Zimerman on piano with Leonard Bernstein conducting the Wiener Philharmoniker

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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!

THE ADVENTURES OF THOMAS AND LINGUINE: THE BATTLE AGAINST THE FORCES OF NEGATIVITY

PHOTO CREDIT - Douglas M. MacIlroy

PHOTO CREDIT – Douglas M. MacIlroy

“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.

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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!