Writing Challenges

I’m Pretty Sure Lewis Would Get It

Welcome to Day 23 of 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing, the creative writing challenge that 4 out of 5 Jabberwockies agree is the reason for vorpal swords. Today’s prompt is – absurdly enough –Β  Absurd,Β  and you can thank Tami for this one. Don’t forget to link up at the end of this post if you participated in today’s challenge before the borogoves were all mimsy.


I’m Pretty Sure Lewis Would Get It

plush bunny, grey rabbit, toy animal, bunny rabbit

I put the car in reverse and started driving down the highway. It was a perfect day to spend at the beach. I’d texted my boon companion, Goose, the night before asking him if he’d care to join me. His return fax confirmed his presence.

Which is how we came to be at this starting point, free-styling our way down the highway towards the beach – me at the helm of the ship, steering by the light of the moon and stars; G. safely secured in the seat beside me wearing a raspberry beret at a particularly jaunty angle that inspired in me simultaneous feelings of envy and the desire to mock him mercilessly. His plush purple velour scarf peeked out from the collar of his parka.

I asked him if he wanted to borrow my gloves, but of course he laughed off the suggestion. I was rather relieved at this several hours later when the chill of the morning started to work it’s way into said gloves. I flexed my fingers hoping to warm them and work out the stiffness that had settled there, but to no avail.

And then, as suddenly as it began, our journey was over. We’d arrived at our destination. I parked our craft right by the shoreline and excitedly stepped out onto the beach. The snow crunched wonderfully beneath my boots.

“G.,” I said as I began removing our beach gear from the trunk, “Stop dallying and get on out here!” I plopped our beach chairs side by side in the snow and then grabbed the parasol.

I laughed as I turned and planted the parasol between the two chairs. G. was sitting in one of the chairs, already in his trunks, his sunglasses casually perched on his head. Be a pal, he said, and put some sunscreen on my back, would you?

“Don’t be absurd, Grey. You’re a fucking bottle of vodka.” And the ice clinked into my empty glass. Grey Goose screamed.


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  • That story Nicky? ‘Twas brillig my dear

  • Grey goose… as far as vodka goes… I adore it! I had to reread this once I got that Grey was not a person! great job nicky!

  • Jepeto

    I thought you were gonna write about me for this prompt πŸ™‚
    Well done!

  • Jepeto

    I actually wrote that comment with my Laptop upside-down, goddam bunny has to be normal.

  • To paraphrase Lewis Carroll, “Better read it first, for if one drinks much from a bottle marked “vodka”, it’s almost certain to disagree with one sooner or later.”

  • Brilliant! Absurdity at its finest! But why did I read this before writing my own post? Now I have no idea how to live up to this. Ah, the absurdities of life! Grrrrr!

  • That’s why I make it a habit to post first, then read. I’m sure you have no worries, though.

  • Yes, truly absurd, funny, and you had me going, too.

  • Oh, just a bit of slithy toves, Dufus. Thank you! πŸ™‚

  • Thanks, Barb! Grey Goose has proven a source of inspiration for me many a time… just never a blog post before πŸ™‚

  • That would have been far too easy. πŸ™‚
    Thank you.

  • Yes, and I’m the one with ocd…

  • That’s exactly what the penguin said.

  • Thank you, Linda. Now go and get some rest! Feel better…

  • Oh Boom Boom, thank you, you really don’t have anything to live up to… but might I suggest a little Grey Goose to help inspire you? πŸ™‚

  • Wonderful voyage into the absurd. I love this, Nicky. Your writing all during this challenge has been full of fabulous surprises. I need to challenge myself to stretch in an out-of-the-box direction like this.

  • You know, my gorgeous Nicky, everything in this post made perfect sense except for one thing. Grey Goose vodka when you could’ve been drinking Finlandia vodka? Really??

  • Easy for you to say.

  • Exquisite writing with an acerbic twist.

  • This was absurdity at its best!

  • Wowsers, you’re working too hard, honey. Loved it, mind! Indigo x

  • Thank you, Jayne! I must admit, I played it pretty safe during the last challenge and have made an effort to try different things this time around. I’m glad you like it!

  • See, that was the absurd part. You picked up on it right away. πŸ™‚

  • Wow, Lauren, thank you! I think that’s the loveliest thing anyone’s ever said to me. Well, except for when Indigo said I was as crazy as a sack of badgers, but apart from that…

  • Hah, if you think that was absurd, you should meet me in real life… πŸ™‚

  • I am, it’s true. But if chasing bloggers around the world with a cattle prod is what I have to do to make this challenge a success, well so be it! It’s a sacrifice I’m happy to make. πŸ™‚

    Thank you, Indigo!

  • That is so cool…. I JUST saw “grey goose” at the ABC store and was thinking, “Hmmmm I wonder if that is any good…” πŸ™‚

  • MalisaHargrove

    Ah ha ha! What a perfect ending! I wasn’t expecting that at all. I had all sorts of possibilities running through my mind, but a bottle of Grey Goose…never. Brilliant!

  • MalisaHargrove

    On a Lewis note, I took a stage production of Alice in Wonderland into competition once. We advanced at every level until we reached the state level. The judge at the state level said he felt like he was on a drug trip with my absurd (see what I just did?) interpretation of Alice. Was the judge a complete dumbass? Did he not realize Lewis’s nasty little habits?

    This moment in history has been brought to you by Malisa.

  • Was the judge a complete dumbass? Let’s review – Lewis Caroll wrote a story about a girl who falls down a rabbit hole and talks to rabbits, cats, chess people and playing cards. She pops a few pills that alternately make her larger and smaller. And YOUR interpretation made him feel like he was on a drug trip.

    Oh yeah. Dumbass.

  • Thanks, Malisa! πŸ™‚

  • Well, it’s not Finlandia, but it does hit the spot. πŸ™‚

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  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    You know what makes this writing competition you host worthwhile? Lines like this one right here:

    β€œDon’t be absurd, Grey. You’re a fucking bottle of vodka.” And the ice clinked into my empty glass. Grey Goose screamed.

    That’s wonderful, Nicky. Truly.

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  • KZ

    That was definitely the standout line of this piece. The line has so much imagine driving it, and it’s so wonderfully worded.

  • KZ

    You know, that’s a lot of work to go through just so you can get drunk in the snow. I thought you Canadians were a little more blasΓ© about the cold. The drunkenness doesn’t surprise me in the least, however. Good ol’ Nicky.

  • I saw this one go up in my reader yesterday and almost clicked on over but I don’t like reading other people’s interpretations until I’m done with mine. Even though I worked on it off an on, I never could get mine to hang together. This? This is sheer brilliance.

  • Mmm… vodka.

  • I thought we just sucked on gin and juice when we went to the beach!

  • Best. Story. Ever.

    *said by the biggest fan of Grey Goose*

  • Would it surprise you to know I wrote that line first and then the rest of the story around it? πŸ™‚


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