Category: Stichomancy Prompts

I was surely dead!

  • k-avatargathered worshippers in his turnups
  • giggled and tickled the boy next to her?
  • a cocoon of darkness
  • with the skirts of their nightshirts on fire
  • I was surely dead!

I was surely dead! My chances were about as good as a couple of sleepwalking jugglers at a gas station with the skirts of their nightshirts on fire.

My mind writhed in a cocoon of darkness. Was it Marie Curie who giggled and tickled the boy next to her? Did she tickle me?

A farmer, barefoot, gathered worshippers in his turnups. Is he a god to crickets?

 

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Gladiola Sincerely Hoped

  • by jengroup prayer
  • informality prevails
  • lavish ceremonialism
  • genitals

Gladiola sincerely hoped that the large crowd would respect the lavish ceremonialism she had striven for when arranging the group prayer, and that it wouldn’t degenerate into one of the boorish affairs where informality prevails and the men feel compelled to expose their genitals.

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Because they believed us

  • k-avatarpop that sucker out
  • eat pizza! fun fun!
  • designs on their pots
  • hardest departure
  • insane stoicism

Because they believed us to have designs on their pots, the primitive artisans drove us away with sharp sticks and their own spittle. Smithers refused to go, even when they poked him, although he relented in his insane stoicism when the chief began to tickle him.

Awaiting Smithers, the rest of us were stranded by the receding tide. Such is the tale of our hardest departure. One of the savages, fascinated by our fair hair and dungarees, fled his ancestral home to experience Western culture. After six months, all he would say was, “eat pizza! fun fun!”

Presenting my research to the dean, I found myself at a loss to reply when he stated, “Ya gots ta pop that sucker out.”

 

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“There Are Always Girls There”

  • by jenthere are always girls
  • planted the desire
  • sight-taste-feel-know sensation
  • black plastic bags gathered around her
  • the man with his hood thrown back

“There are always girls there,” said the man with his hood thrown back to his compatriots. And with those simple words he planted the desire in them to visit the strange new club.

Inside, a girl writhed on the stage, nude except for the black plastic bags gathered around her. The men gulped and stared.

Behind the bar a neon sign buzzed loudly, advertising in lurid red and purple the latest trendy alcoholic beverage: Sight-Taste-Feel-Know Sensation!

“One for me,” said the man with his hood thrown back to the bartender. “And one for the lady.”

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Not in a million years

  • k-avatar“Get on the floor!”
  • He had used knives before
  • not in a million years
  • chittering, twittering sounds
  • a distinctly squashlike appearance
  • sucked up the liquified flesh

Not in a million years would Melvin have guessed that the chittering, twittering sounds originated from a creature having such a distinctly squashlike appearance. He took a step toward it and it suddenly reared up and barked, “Get on the floor!”

And then Melvin understood that this was a plontworb, and his life was in danger. The creatures had overrun the lower decks and fed on most of Engineering. They killed with a jet of caustic digestive fluids that turned their prey into puddles, and then sucked up the liquified flesh.

But he knew they had weak spots, if he could only locate a weapon. He had used knives before…

 

 

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“Don’t You Think I Want A Cigarette”

  • by jenbecause of the heat of all the dead bodies
  • deserve a straight answer
  • a cigarette or two
  • rows and rows
  • the very thought makes my mouth water

“Don’t you think I want a cigarette or two myself? The very thought makes my mouth water,” said Philip. “But we can’t.”

“Why not?” said Phyllis. “I think I deserve a straight answer!”

Philip gestured at the rows and rows of corpses. “Because of the heat of all the dead bodies.”

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Helga was a witch

  • k-avatarcertainly gambled and caroused
  • the face of that terrible woman
  • in the pastor’s opinion
  • monstrous Stalinist-vintage building
  • dotted with bright red poppies
  • seven-fingered human hand

Helga was a witch, in the pastor’s opinion.

His suspicions could have derived from her propensity for filthy hair and cackling laughter, or the evidence that she more than occasionally butchered stray cats. It could have owed something to her sordid past, when she had certainly gambled and caroused, or the fact that she dwelled in seclusion in a monstrous Stalinist-vintage building situated incongruously amid waving grasses dotted with bright red poppies. But no.

It was all because of the simple fact that any time pastor saw the face of that terrible woman his mind filled with the ghostly image of a seven-fingered human hand.

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The Large, Leather-Bound Collection

  • by jenPoe was teetering
  • old man made an alarming sound
  • sought after by alchemists
  • the thief who stole your necklace!
  • the snowbound ruins
  • frivolity of the poets

The large, leather-bound collection of works by Poe was teetering atop the tall stack of books. The old man made an alarming sound as he lunged to catch it, but the tome was too quick and instead the old man’s hands caught a grimoire sought after by alchemists the world over.

His granddaughter picked Poe up from the ground and straightened the remaining books while the old man looked through the window at the frivolity of the poets and gypsies making merry in the snowbound ruins below his tower.

“Miranda!” he cried, “I spy the thief who stole your necklace!”

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The Tough Thing About Communing With the Dead

  • k-avatar“Hasn’t been really wrung out, yet!”
  • he pantomimed
  • flailing arms sent
  • handle an ugly ghost
  • one stumbling organism
  • it was on Kent’s orders

The tough thing about communing with the dead is that they can’t make any sound and they’re just awful at charades.

“Hasn’t really been wrung out, yet!” he pantomimed, or something along those lines… His flailing arms sent swirling eddy currents through the aether. I can handle an ugly ghost, but this was just one stumbling organism trying to make a point.

Finally I grasped his message, something about how he died.

It was on Kent’s orders.

 

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Kimberly Toyed with a Lock of her Hair

  • by jenperfectly overturned bowls
  • a lock of her hair
  • she heard the stranger curse
  • your mother was not a witch
  • full-fledged love affair

Kimberly toyed with a lock of her hair as she recalled her first full-fledged love affair.

“Your breasts are like two perfectly overturned bowls,” the man said in greeting. “I can tell your mother was not a witch.”

Although he was strange, and a stranger, Kimberly had been intrigued by him. They quickly found relative privacy in a stairwell where, with her permission, he stole her virginity. After, she heard the stranger curse when he realized she’d stolen his wallet. But she was quicker than he and escaped.

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