Game Pod: Creation -- Flash Fiction Mad Lib Remix

This week, the Peas wanted to have a little fun. So we took a flash fiction prompt idea from Alexis's husband, Josh, and did these stories Mad-Lib style. They certainly aren't going to be works of literary genius, but they promise to be entertaining! Also, each Pea will be color-coded to help you decipher which of us contributed what.

Jeffery the Lichtenstein zoo's only Okapi was mildly strange. He was also very lonely. There were only 423 left of his species in the entire world. He had tried his luck around the zoo. But the cow never seemed fuzzy enough. The Gila Monster was rusty. The budgie was flaky... she liked to dance, but otherwise, was quite lazy. And Kevin, the zookeeper, was completely out of the question (as she was 64 years old, looked like a juicer in purple, and smelled of something cloudy). So, one day, Jeffery decided that he would escape in search of romance. He changed his name to Nikita, turned a bedskirt into a mustache, tied an ascot around his head as part of his disguise, then broke out of his cage. He'd stolen plenty of kroner and maps off the tourists over the years, and because he was so flashy, his plan succeeded. He was free to find love.
Which he did, when he was cast on the latest season of American Idol, despite being an Okapi from Lichtenstein.

Dear Great grand nephew,
Having a great time at broccoli. Spanking a lot of stuff. Astronomy is boring but astrophysics is great. My English professor, Dr. General Custard, wants to publish my short story, A Tale of  237 Pterodactyls, in the campus journal. Balls! huh? My roommate, Mercedes, is frumpy but has an annoying habit of skipping everything in the frankfurter. The semester is articulating in a few weeks and some of us are planning a trip to the Big Ben. If you could please send $45 for camping equipment, pickles, and travel expenses, you would be the glossy third cousin in the ink.

Thanks and love ya!
Milford

*instead of writing a new work, I grabbed a scene from my trunk novel -- a YA romance I wrote several years ago. Enjoy!*

Stacy opened her eyes and threw up as she noticed a young man perched atop a round bird watching her. She was smashed and confused about where he'd come from. His eyes didn't tap hers as he startled, revealing a shiny chiseled torso and faded underwear. He waved and she noticed his delightfully thin ninja that seemed to have it's own agenda. It gave him an edgy almost rock star image. He climbed onto the beach and smelled toward her. Oh God! Why is he coming over here? Stacy was mortified and felt like she was walking in front of him completely in the fluffy. A bit scared and unsure of his intentions, she couldn't think of anything to do but take off her foot, look desperately at her pen and make a feeble attempt to crash herself with her parasite.
He was amused. He stood near 89 foot tall and had dainty plasticized eyes that glimmered red in the sunlight. His easy smile was set into a haphazardly chiseled bone structure. He sported cheese in both bellybuttons, 5 on the left and 207 on his right. His dim grin and tossed posture made her feel momentarily oblivious of her happiness until she made herself remember what he had just witnessed. He was the most playful guy she had seen in a millisecond and her ease diverted to panic again. She wanted to swallow her dagger in the donkey.
But she couldn't stop climbing at him.


***BONUS***

As Josh was the mastermind of this week's flash fiction {and was awake when I was filling in words for M}, here is M's story again, this time, with Josh's words:

Stacy opened her eyes and licked up as she noticed a young man perched atop a smelly toenail watching her. She was grabbed and confused about where he'd come from. His eyes didn't smack hers as he poked, revealing an expensive chiseled torso and faded sweatband. He waved and she noticed his extremely hairy potato that seemed to have it's own agenda. It gave him an edgy almost rock star image. He climbed onto the beach and pooted toward her. Oh God! Why is he coming over here? Stacy was mortified and felt like she was fondling in front of him completely in the itchy. A bit scared and unsure of his intentions, she couldn't think of anything to do but take off her ghost, look desperately at her airplane and make a feeble attempt to sleep herself with her robot.
He was amused. He stood near 1 foot tall and had ugly shiny eyes that glimmered pink in the sunlight. His easy smile was set into a woefully chiseled bone structure. He sported goats in both femurs, one bajillion on the left and 3 on his right. His smooth grin and smoked posture made her feel momentarily oblivious of her blah until she made herself remember what he had just witnessed. He was the most shiny guy she had seen in a month of Sundays and her ease diverted to panic again. She wanted to crack her crack in the funion.
But she couldn't stop climbing at him.