Friday July 24th, 2009

The exercise:

The topic for this week's Four Line Friday Prose is: scratching that itch.

I really need to shave.

Also: I like to think the longness of yesterday's post makes up for the shortness of this one.

Update: comments don't seem to be working on this post at the moment. I'm working on fixing it. And by working on fixing it I mean swearing. A lot.

Update 2: it seems to be maybe working now?


I know I shouldn't. I said I wouldn't. But what's the harm in one little scratch?



g2 (la pianista irlandesa) said...

I've got two!
How does one scratch an intangible itch? We haven't talked for weeks, mon amigo, and lack of communication's left a void. And that void's itchy.

It's been far too long, no?
The itch sharpens my tongue, jades my nerves, almost drives me mad. And I can't do a thing about it; it's up to the one on the other line.
Arg, impatience! Why must you irritate me so?!
Oh, and by the way: -fairly impatient jab- Bye-bye subtlety (for now); I tried it once, and I think it failed. And don't you go telling me patience builds character, we've been down that road (although, knowing you, you'll find some way to catch me off guard again).

Greg said...

Hehe, I can go about four days without shaving before the itching drives me to the razor. I kind of wish there was a tablet I could take daily to stop beard-growth, because I'd do it.

Your four lines work very well, they completely convey the story!

Hmm, your title lets me continue on from yesterday's post:

Scratching that itch.

"It'll only get worse if you keep scratching it," said Sylvestra. The Green Lightbulb, covered in little red lumps where the ants had bitten him, pulled his tongue at her and continued to scratch. Slowly each little red lump he scratched grew bigger until it popped, oozing glowing green goo.
"Told you so," said Sylvestra, backing off.

Marc said...

g2 - two for the price of one! Nicely done.

And... I'll get to it. Eventually. Moving took a lot out of me.

Greg - I would take that tablet. I would pay a lot of money for it too. That would be a frickin' gold mine for the person who invented it.

Haha, hurray for continuations! Hmm, that reminds me. I should do another one of those.

g2 (la pianista irlandesa) said...

Ah, now this is different: you actually have a reason for the delay. Reasons are understandable, I can deal with that. Just don't push it, aiight? Because when one object exerts a force on a nonmoving object, that object pushes back just as hard.

I should know. I took physics. Yay physics! ^^

Monica Manning said...

For the record ... I HATE mosquitoes! Hence, my prose.

Greg ... ICK! Well done, but ... ick!!

* * *

He circles around, looking for the perfect place to land. Spying a barren pasture, he points his nose toward it. As he alights, he is dimly aware that he has landed in enemy territory—THWAP!

“Damn mosquitoes,” she mutters, flicking away the carcass.