Sunday, May 20, 2012

Wrath Of A Pooh Bear





Hello to my bloggy friends and to fans of my short (somewhat twisted) fiction.  

It's been awhile!

I am back once again to try my hand at another of Jenny Matlock's 100 word writing challenges. You all know Ms. Jenny, right?  She's the reigning queen of succinct story writing with her popular ongoing meme, Saturday Centus.  This is week 107, so if you missed any you can go catch up here at her blog "off on my tangent."

In lieu of a supplied phrase as a prompt this week Jenny has given us this photo from which to base our 100-word stories and poems.  Admittedly mine is a bit dark and macabre, even for me, but this doesn't necessarily mean I'm going to go shoot up a Walmart or anything.  

Well, not today anyway.  I've got too much homework.  

And in response to your inevitable question, no, I don't know where these weird ideas come from.  Just be thankful that I don't live in your town.

Here is my submission for this week's Saturday Centus.  I have entitled it:


Wrath Of A Pooh Bear


Smoke rose from the Hundred Acre Wood as flames pranced about the forest like blazing nymphs chasing the wind.   The acrid stench of death hung heavy in the air, mixed with smoke and gasoline.

He thought about Rabbit, Owl, Piglet, Christopher Robin and the rest.  They were all dead, of course.  He heard their tortured screams for help as they tried to escape, but they never had a chance. The fire surrounded them, its flickering fingers reaching out to them in a fiery embrace.

In Pooh’s eyes the glow of the fire raged on and had infected his soul.

He couldn’t wait to start another.





With profoundest apologies to A. A. Milne


Jenny Matlock



It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn’t use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like “What about lunch?”

                                                                               - Winnie the Pooh  





11 comments:

  1. O M G ! you did not go there .... i mean you did ... but did you really did ...

    on the other hand, maybe he was just tired of Piglet's incessant whining ...

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  2. Oh, you DO have a twisted mind, don't you. What happened to sweet innocent Pooh? Oh my oh my.

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  3. Pooh a pyromaniac?
    Piglet gone?
    Oh nooooooooh say it isn't so.

    Oh poo!

    Sick story. Twisted mind. :D !Ames

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  4. Oh my goodness gracious, can't believe you really, really wrote this about our dear darling friends....surely we'll wake up in the shower tomorrow and it will be just a dream right?!

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  5. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (Huge scream) BAD BAD BAD TOM! Dark doesn't begin to describe this piece. Most twisted thing I've ever read. So why am I laughing? I must punish myself.

    The writing is top notch, as usual, my friend. Powerful images building to a killer (pun intended) conclusion. I'll never be able to look at Pooh-Bear the same.

    You're a wild man.

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  6. Wow! That WAS dark! I could believe it of Tigger, but not of Pooh!

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  7. All those papers you're writing have distorted your brain. This is just soooo sick, Tom! But screamingly FUNNY!

    XOXO

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  8. heehee

    Is nothing sacred?
    You are such a wicked man, Tom.

    =D

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  9. wow...what a fun, irreverent story. Well done. :)

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  10. I loved it.

    Loved it.

    I think that means I am ALMOST as messed up as you...

    ...which would be profoundly awesome...

    ...especially if I could start stringing words together with your wit and ease!

    But, hey.

    Don't be tellin' my Grandlittles any bedtime stories.

    Okay?

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  11. O really that's a bad news as now who says oh my oh my.Lol.

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