Three Word Wednesday Prompt

Stress and strain
Wreck your day
Tattle and gossip
Will ruin your life

Mary was straining her orange juice that morning whilst listening to the news on the radio.

“The author, Mary Jones has been seen cuddling next to world-famous footballer, James Hashimoto at the Flat Top Discotheque over the last few evenings.  We wonder, are orange blossoms in the air?”

She stood there shocked.  ‘What the hell?’ she thought.  She’d been home all week this week and barely knew Hashimoto anyway.

The phone rang: “Mary, Mary Jones .. uhm Hashimoto here.”

“Hi James.  I just heard the news and thank heavens Matt hasn’t yet, he’d ram something down the throat of a couple of journalists!”

“Well, Rebecca’s heard the news and called me right away.  She’s out to ruin you now and there’s nothing I can say to stop her.  I wanted to warn you!”

“But hell, we’ve never been together I’ve been here at home the whole week.”

“Yeah, well I’ve been seeing Margo Neilson…she looks a little like you, you know.  This is just a massive blow-up.  But I couldn’t tell Rebecca or she’d come after Margo…”

“But you could let her come after me?  What the hell do you think will happen when she starts one of her jealous tirades in front of my door step?”

They talked a little longer and she hung-up fuming.

Journalists were roaming around Mary’s front yard within an hour of the news reports that had been transmitted not only on the radio but on national TV as well, with lots of photos.  Over the past few years Margo and Mary had often been mistaken one for the other.  Matt, who always went early to his office at Century News rang Mary to see how she was doing.

“Don’t worry about it dear,” he said to calm her down. “The truth will come out soon enough, it always does.”

“I think I should call the police though.  Hashimoto says that Rebecca is out and about in one of her jealous rages.”

“Well the worse she can do is make a damn fool of herself again.  Listen babe, I’ve got tickets for the Massive Attack this evening…I’ll make sure that there are a few paparazzi friends of mine to take photos.  See where Hashimoto will be with Margo and we’ll have some photos of our own made of them.”

“Ok, I’ll call him … Geez what a ruination of a good day.  I really don’t think I need this sort of strain, not now when I’ve just found out we’re going to have a baby!”

“Just keep cool.  I love you and will be home soon.”

The back door bell rang.  Giuseppina the lady who came in twice a week to help clean, opened the door.  A wild-eyed woman pushed her way past her and ran towards the living-room.

“Where are you, you bitch!  James is mine! Mine you hear!” she shouted at the top of her lungs and pulled out a gun and started shooting.

Giuseppina jumped onto Rebecca from the back and flattened the woman.

“Are you all right signora?” Giuseppina screamed.


Massive, Ruin, Strain – Three Word Wednesday 319


Three Word Wednesday – The Troll’s Complaint

The Trolls Complaint

The troll groaned to his friend:  “How absurd it is to live in a world of weak creatures…here I am, strong and handsome!  And there it is,  that slinky frail creature, that human what comes riding up to my cave, just as though it owns it!”

“And what did it do Bart, was it another of those sheep men?”

“Nah… not a sheep man, but I tell you what it did.  Shouts at me, brandishes a long bit o’ steel and thinks it can just do as it pleases!  Not happy yet, it squeals like a pig, just ’cause I tapped it over the head with my club and clawed its belly open.  I do so like quieter game!”

“Yeah, I knows what you’re meaning…I much prefer wolves myself.  These humans are so fatty and I’ve got to watch my diet.  But waste not want not, my mum used to say.  So let’s make the best of it!”

“Sure… you’re so right, so let’s dig in!”



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Absurd, adjective: (Of an idea or suggestion) wildly unreasonable, illogical, or inappropriate; (of a person or a person’s behavior or actions) foolish; unreasonable; (of an object or situation) arousing amusement or derision; ridiculous.

Groan, verb: Make a deep inarticulate sound in response to pain or despair; (of a thing) make a low creaking or moaning sound when pressure or weight is applied; noun: A deep, inarticulate sound made in pain or despair; a low creaking or moaning sound made by an object or device under pressure.

Weak, adjective: Lacking the power to perform physically demanding tasks; lacking physical strength and energy; lacking the force of character to hold to one’s own decisions, beliefs, or principles; irresolute; liable to break or give way under pressure; easily damaged; lacking intensity or brightness.