Happy Halloween Blogfest and BOO!

Happy Halloween everyone! We don't celebrate it here in Norway but it was always one of my favorite days growing up in the states. Not sure if it was mostly the chance to get dressed up or the candy. Probably the candy! 

Today is Roland Yeomans  Happy Halloween Blog fest!

Roland wants to know the book that scared you the most growing up and the one that scared you the most as an adult. Click HERE for details and to find more about his new series, Lucifer's Orphan.

The book that scared me the most growing up and still scares me as an adult is "IT" by the master story teller of horror himself, Stephen King. I have always hated clowns but this book took that hatred to a new level of fear! Good luck with your blogfest Roland and your new series!

A Halloween Treat for you.

Boo...

Ghosts do not bleed so Boo was not afraid of the giant candy apple with sharp teeth that snapped at thin air as it chased her into the haunted castle. "Boo, Boo!" the candy apple shouted. "Do you want to play a game of bob for the Boo, or would rather play bite and slurp? We need fresh victims, come on let’s gather the rest and go haunting!”

    They packed the cat and headed out for a night of fright. However, they forgot it was Halloween, and soon they encountered hordes of pink-bedecked ballerinas with zombie faces, followed by tall skinny witch doctors wearing Scream masks that sprinkled glitter everywhere they went! And so they went breaking into houses scaring people to death and stealing all their Halloween candy. It was almost midnight before they got back home, ate too much candy, and got stomach aches but a good puking made room for more, so Boo grabbed the biggest piece of candy she could find  ...it turned into a gas that was so explosive that the glitter turned into bombs that blew up the entire crowd of zombie faced ballerinas and skinny witch doctors.

The cat sat on the steps of the haunted castle together with the candy apple and Boo, he smiled a wicked grin as he licked his lips of some sticky candy and asked, “Who’s next?”

Story invented by Minnie and her friends! To find out who contributed click Here.

Sorry if I am not around as much lately as I would like to be. There are family problems that I am trying to deal with. Hope you all have a wonderful Halloween! Anyone watching American Horror Story? I love this season!

Troll Party With Minnie

Here we go Minnie fans! Finally she gives up looking for more gamers and ends the story on her own. This is how she and her loyal friends made a story about a lonely troll.

The Troll

 

The troll wiped the snot from his smiling face. He flung it at the mushrooms growing out of the walls of his tiny cave and stormed towards the exit, hoping they would follow him to the movie theater--- Maybe if they saw the dancing mushrooms in Fantasia, they would also start to dance. But the mushrooms had other ideas. they didn't appear to want to dance, in fact they didn't seem to want to do anything remotely fun. 

"You ain't no fungi!" the troll sniffed. "I'm going to squash you into the ground with my club." 

The troll raised his trunk-like club, swung, and missed the mushrooms as they flared into bright green hulk sized terror with snapping jaws that quickly approached him. The troll laughed, he had another plan as he threw down his club and dug in his nose for some more snot. He threw it against the far side of the cave and the music began to play, colored lights filled the once dark space around them, the magic snot made Sponge Bob appeared and the mushrooms couldn't help themselves but want to dance.

Finally the lonely troll had company for a party!

Thanks to Alex Cavanaugh, Suzanne Furness, and Michael Di Gesu for playing!

 

This is Gibberish, come back on the last friday of this month if you want to play!

Minnie says, Sunrise and Sunset

Sunrise and Sunset

 

Sunset had no reason to be friends with Sunrise anymore. When both the sun and the moon in the sky favored day instead of night Sunset felt betrayed. Sunrise had become a bully, so she fled with her bright colors into space and finally found a friend who oohed and aahed at her. He had a strange little voice and was small and yellow. Adjusting his goggles, he began to sing:

"Don't be sad little sun,

You're not for everyone,

But now you can shine your light,

In the middle of the night."

He gazed at her through his goggles and she asked,

"What's a nice shell like you doing in space?"

"Chasing fairies," he said. "They love your colors." Tiny wings flew up to buzz between Sunset and her friend. They looked at each other and...

moved in closer....

Closer ....

Closer....

The fairy closed her eye and planted a wet, juicy kiss on the moon! The moon was embarrassed and vanished in an eclipse. But the sunrise was too bright and brought him out again.

The moon wept tears of silver. "No-one, but no-one," he said as he sobbed, "has ever kissed me before." The little shell and the fairy rushed to catch his tears which, cupped in their hands, they showed to Sunset before they threw the silver into space where the shimmering drops mixed with the beautiful shards of oranges, reds and purples that Sunset was releasing about her. The combination was magical and formed a rainbow bridge that stretched across space, stopping time just long enough for sunset and sunrise to become one.

Shell sat himself down on the moon, took off his goggles and turned to his fairy friend. “How long do you think they will stay together this time?”

“I give it a hundred years.” She twinkled and giggled as she flickered away into the rainbow.

Shell nodded and sighed at the moon. “You can stop crying now,” he said. Then he took out a small harmonica from his pocket and started to play.

Thanks to all of Minnies friends who helped put this gibberish together. Hope you enjoyed the end results.

Alex J. Cavanaugh

Susan Roebuck

  Summer Ross

Michael Di Gesu

  L. Diane Wolfe 

Enjoy your week-end!

 

Computer Lord Loses

 The Computer Lord sat inside his dusty shell waiting impatiently for the games to begin. His tentative claws tapped the keyboard and his toes curled in delight as a brilliant light flashed across his screen. His mouth dropped and he caught his breath at the sight of the Ninja Captain, taking over his computer. He was ordered to play ten games simultaneously and win all of them, and all before lunch. If he failed he would be thrown out of IWSG and made to feed the clones for the next 20 years.

So he ate and ate until a green vapor escaped his mouth with a loud burp and then he proceeded to play the games--all ten simultaneously--which required him to push buttons with every finger, toe, and even elbow. The task grew incredibly difficult when he got a terrible itch on his...GAME.


“An itch - now where did I put that itch. . . Oh yes I know it flew around the globe and landed at that place of Ping Pong - the Wimbledon tennis tournament” Ping Pong...


Between each PING and PONG the itch dodged, leaping across the net in frenzy. Breathless, it took one final leap and landed ... SPLAT! The keyboard lit up and Captain Ninja smiled as the Computer Lord was sucked straight into the last game of Ping Pong.


“That will teach any wanna- be Computer Lord to mess with me!” Captain Ninja chuckled with venom on his tongue as he watched the wilted wanna- be feeding the clones.

Thanks for playing little clones.
Alex
Suzanne Furness
Shelly
Linda H.
Hilary Melton-Butcher
Michael Di Gesu



See you again for more Gibberish on the last Friday of this month!  Come back on Wednesday for the Insecure Writers Support Group!
 Have a fantastic Day!

Gibberish Tale "The Beast in the Belly"

As soon as the coals ignited and various accessories were tossed with bits of flesh on the hot bars of aluminum, the beast in the belly started to growl. It needed to be satisfied by Hot Tamales and pickles, but the pickles in the fridge were sliced and not whole, and if they weren't whole the beast wasn't satisfied. So the beast got another idea; a few cod from the fjord to feast on now, and to complete the meal a big hot cherry pie so full of sugar that the beast started to drool at the thought of it. As the cod jumped on the grill the calories started to pop out of the coals and they danced all the way to the beasts open mouth. They tangoed across his tongue. As he licked his lips, they slipped like logs on a waterfall ride sticking the sides of his phlegmy throat. He swallowed and glump, glump, glump it finally went into the pit of hot lava like juice in the pit of his stomach, where they began to pop like Pop Rocks! The music coming from the pop rocks as they exploded out of the beast and on to the grill was so fantastic that the neighbors held a party for the Beast in the Belly and he became famous. His number one hit “Pop it like it Rocks,” has sold more cod and cherry pie than any other performer to date.

Written by this ambitious gang of Minnie’s gibberish fun lovers:

Alex J. Cavanaugh

E.J. Wesley

Summer Ross

Hilary Melton-Butcher

Suzanne Furness

shelly

Michael Di Gesu

L. Diane Wolfe

 

Have a great week-end!

Christmas in Norway with Minnie

Dec.1, 2012    9am, just getting light outside. Yeah! Sun!

The first of December and as promised, even though advent begins tomorrow, my calendar opens the first window today with some christmas shopping. The days are short so before I get started, let's see what Minnie and her friends have been up to!

Black Friday

With unpolished old shoes Black Friday crossed the parking lot. Her handbag full of worn out plastic hung from her tattered jacket as she took out the keys to the back door of her favorite store and sneaked inside, where waiting for her was one of Santa's elves. He demanded to know why the earmuffs and bar soaps were not half price. When she tried to explain she didn't work there, he placed a red elf cap on her head and handed her a pricing gadget. "Fix all the prices in the store to half price."

Minnie's mouth fell open, and her cigarette landed on the floor.

"What are you standing there for?" Santa said. "Get your Kringle-jingle on, girl."

Minnie scratched at her red dress and headed straight for the beer/wine cooler! Once inside away from view of all customers, managers and Santa, Black Friday proceeded to sit down.
Right there on the shelf before her was her favorite wine, Wild Irish Rose, and just as she reached for a bottle, she heard a creaking sound.

Looking below the shelf she saw a little door, just big enough for a bony gal to crawl through...she got on all fours and crawled toward it.

Light poured out from around the little doors ill-fitting frame. She opened the door and peered in. A funny little man dressed in a green smock sat on a wonky three legged stool slurping from a bottle of beer.

"What yer lookin at?" he grinned exposing a set of broken teeth.

Black Friday knocked the little man out with his bottle of beer, stuck a sale sticker over his mouth and pushed him through the door with her unpolished old shoes. Throwing him into an empty cart she wheeled him straight out of the store. Free today only, said the sticker. Black Friday was very pleased with herself because now she had a matching pair of little green men, not to mention a red elf cap.

Patriots of standard word abuse(in order) this month are the following gibberlinguitics:

Minnie

 Alex J. Cavanaugh

Shelly 

 Magical Mystical MiMi 

 Pearson Report

Suzanne Furness 

and finally Minnie wraps everything up with a bow :) Feel free to take this banner or Minnie on the side bar. Thanks guys for playing!

Time for me to go do some real christmas shopping.

Today you can pick up your free copy of Fractured Fairy Tales HERE..Don't forget the book fair this week-end. Details on my previous post.

How are you spending your day?