Monday September 14th, 2009

The exercise:

Before we get to the prompt for today, I just wanted to mention that the wonderful Laura Jayne has returned and suggest that you all go welcome her back with some of your brilliant writing.

The prompt for you here, courtesy of g2, is: mad scientist.

Mine:

The beakers aren't bubbling.
The numbers are troubling.
The monkey's on vacation.
I'm full of trepidation!

The monsters are not lurking.
Nothing seems to be working!
Instead of feeling sadly...
I think I'll behave madly!

3 Comments:

Greg said...

Maybe the monkey took the monsters on vacation with him? I feel a little bit sorry for your mad scientist though :)

Mad Scientist

"Et voila!" cried Baron Pinestein throwing his hands in the air and stepping smartly back from the glass reagent vessel on the workbench. For a moment nothing happened, and the Baron started lowering his arms, and then there was a loud bang. Everybody jumped, except for the Green Lightbulb who yawned and started waking up. The reagent vessel rattled ominously, then hissed like a deflating tyre and a small amount of purple smoke driftly lazily above it.
"Ah well, better luck next time!" said Dr. Septopus, cheerily waving several tentacles.
"I knew he wasn't as good as me," he said in an undertone to Sylvestra, who was sitting next to him and throwing peanut shells at the Green Lightbulb.
"Then why have you hired him?" she said, shaking her bag of monkeynuts, looking for more shells.
"Because we need a madscientist; it's in the constitution of the Council of Nastiness."
"We have a constitution?"
"Only when it suits me." Dr. Septopus glared beakily at her.
"Hmph. So what makes him so mad then?"
They both turned and looked at Baron Pinestein who was poking desultorily at his glassware with a long glass stirrer and acting apprehensive.
"Multiple personality syndrome."
"That's definitely mad," said Sylvetra nodding thoughtfully. "So what are his other personalities?"
"A three year old girl called Vanessa, a female talk-show host with a weight problem, and a Romanian quadraplegic ex-gymnast."
Sylvetra upended her bag of moneynuts over the Green Lightbulb's head and stared at her feet. Who exactly, she wondered, was the mad scientist here?

g2 (la pianista irlandesa) said...

Finally, he thought as he made final adjustments to his contraption, after all this time my hard work should pay off.

He checked and double checked all the tubing, wiring, and everything between the starter switch and the end product, then triple checked everything for good measure. Satisfied, he nervously rubbed his hands together and flipped the switch.

Electricity crackled.
Hydraulics hissed.
Liquids bubbled furiously.
Steam whistled.

He followed the contraption's progress, eyeing it with ever-increasing enthusiasm one might catagorize as crazed in nature.

Then, just before it reached the end, the final tube gave a cough.
Supports moaned.
Valves sighed.
To top it all off, the whole thing gave a god-awful whine and collapsed anticlimactically.

"Oh for the love of Newton!" he cried fuiously, picking up a beaker and huring it across the room. "And I was so close this time, too!"
- - - - -
Well, my scientist was mad... just not the typical mad associated with the scientific crowd.

Imagine: me taking advantage of a word with multiple definitions. Shocking, isn't it? (;

Marc said...

Greg - that damn, good for nothing monkey.

""That's definitely mad," said Sylvetra nodding thoughtfully. "So what are his other personalities?"
"A three year old girl called Vanessa, a female talk-show host with a weight problem, and a Romanian quadraplegic ex-gymnast.""

So awesome.

g2 - Loved this sequence:

"Then, just before it reached the end, the final tube gave a cough.
Supports moaned.
Valves sighed.
To top it all off, the whole thing gave a god-awful whine and collapsed anticlimactically."