Monday, July 28, 2014

The Nightmares of Silverware

The enormous woman with the fetid breath and rotting teeth picked up her napkin, and every place setting screamed in terror.  Their bravest spoon attempted to throw himself off of the table when the bisque arrived, but the gaping maw triumphed again.












Yeah, I don't know where the hell that came from.

12 comments:

  1. So descriptive and well written that I gagged with the thought of being that poor spoon.

    Tina, this was really good. (Also, I liked your author's note. ;) )

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  2. If, by chance, you find where it came from grab a few more like it and share them too. This was great!

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  3. Aw, I never felt sorry for a spoon before. This was fun.

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  4. Well hey diddle diddle! I love this and the image it provokes!

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  5. Eww! That made my stomach turn.

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  6. Oh, this is good! "Fetid breath and rotting teeth." I want to throw myself off the table! Great Gargleblaster! TiV

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  7. I loved it!
    Especially your very last line "Yeah, I don't know where the hell that came from."
    I had all sorts of funny visions that ranged from Disney's Beauty and the Beast (the song with the dancing place settings) to American Horror Story: Asylum.
    I don't know how my brain works, either :-)

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  8. Love the imagery....and my heart went out to the poor spoon! :)

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  9. This is all kinds of awesome! I love the fetid breath and the gaping maw. Poor, poor spoon.

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  10. I think there is even more of a story there. If so, I hope you post it.

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