Micro-Fiction Roundup XXXVII: Will You?

May 13, 2011 in Micro-Fiction Roundup

Hello, darlings. It’s been one heck of a two weeks, hasn’t it? Latterday Lenin came to visit us South Florida Wordsmokers, there was a super special wedding in Canada or somewhere full of super rich people who dressed weirdly and had funny accents, and President Obama beat Usama bin Laden to death with his cock—but he’s classy, so there’s no photographic evidence. The only thing missing to tie everything up nicely is a drunken orgy with members of SEAL Team 6 that may or may not involve “water boarding” and “sleep deprivation.” Oh, and the results of the latest Micro-fiction, of course.

Azirel Fallen was this round’s judge, and she chose one of Skahammer’s pieces as the winner. Check it out:

I DO

The hostel in British Columbia was easy to find. Your MasterCard.

The inn on Hokkaido was easy too. You don’t blend in well in Japan.

You were better camouflaged at the Chungking Mansions in Kowloon. But I guess you forgot how easily everyone there can be bribed.

The beachside shack on Phuket — okay, I got lucky that time.

But joining this tribe of Bedouin nomads was a stroke. I had to learn Arabic, acquire a camel, and conceal my gender. Now that I’m finally here, I’ll answer your question: Yes, I will marry you. Why are you making this so difficult?”

Judge’s comments: I think it is hilarious that a woman would have to stalk a man to accept a marriage proposal.

Latterday Lenin also received an Honorable Mention for “totally winning the Internet” with his piece, A Totally Original Work That is Well Within The Word Count Limit.

Way to go, Skahammer! You are now the judge. Normally that would be a guaranteed lay among the Wordsmokerettes, but you know, SEAL Team 6 and Obama’s Cock o’ Murder and all. Tough break. Be that as it may, you still have a duty to perform. Based on the winning entry, the new theme for this contest is marriage proposals. Do whatever you want with it—write a 101 marriage proposal, tell of a proposal gone wrong, one that went right.

Rules:

Your entry must be 101 words or less; if you choose to title your piece, the title will not count against your word count; there is no limit on the amount of entries you can submit.

  1. You will have two weeks to submit an entry; the deadline will be Tuesday nights at midnight. This will give the judge 48 hours to submit his or her selection to me by Thursday night at midnight (That’s the midnight that leads into Friday, not the midnight that leads Wednesday to Thursday. You’d think some [read: me] would know this. You’d be wrong though.). The deadlines were originally Wednesday and Friday, respectively, but I goofed and now it’s fixed to give the judges and me (mostly me) time to get up the new topic.
  2. If I don’t receive the judge’s selection by one of the established methods (e-mail, Wordsmoker messaging or Facebook private messaging) I will be forced to make the selection so as not to delay the next week’s competition.
  3. The winner of Micro-Fiction Roundup automatically assumes the responsibility of judging the next week’s competition. Obviously that person can still submit writing, but can’t pick themselves as the winner. Otherwise we could end up with some sort of ridiculous perpetual judge situation.
  4. In the interest of keeping tradition, I will try to select themes based upon the previous week’s submissions when possible.
  5. REMINDER: You are allowed and encouraged to submit multiple entries.

Spread the love, boys and girls—getting down on one knee is optional.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/chillbearlatrigue/ Chillbear Latrigue

    The Recovery

    “Will you marry me?”

    “Hahaha, umm no.”

    “Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think you’re going to get a better offer? You’re on the north side of twenty-five; you’ve got that loser job at the theater; you’re developing crows feet around your eyes; your pussy smells like a rotting carp; and you come from a long line of whores. How dare you refuse me!”

    “Crows feet? I don’t— Wait, what did you ask me?”

    “I asked you to marry me.”

    “I thought you said ‘carry you.’ As a joke.”

    “Oh, well, now what do you think? You know, the marriage?”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/azirel-fallen/ Azirel Fallen

    As we drove down the road the subject had somehow changed to sex.

    “Would you ever consider giving me a blow job?”

    “No you know I don’t do that at all for anyone under any circumstances so stop asking already”

    “What about anal?”

    “Yeah maybe on like my wedding night.”

    His head whipped around at stared at her with a grin across his face.

    “So then you wanna marry me?”

    “What?! Are you serious?”

    He had gone back to looking at the road & was trying to avoid the old people who seem to always cut you off when you are trying to beat the red light.
    “Yeah sure.”

    “Alright then.”

    The silence between them hung heavy for about a minute, his head nodding along with the radio.

    “Wait serious about what?”

    She smiled and looked out her window.

    “Too late, I already accepted. You can’t take it back now.”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/azirel-fallen/ Azirel Fallen

    FYI the title to my entry is True Proposal Story

  • http://wordsmoker.com misslinda

    I Never Did Find The Ring

    “He bought me a ring!”

    Finally! Congratulations!”

    “Calm down, I’m not engaged yet.”

    “Wait, what?”

    “I found the receipt.”

    “What do you mean ‘found’? He left it lying around?”

    “No, I went through his bag.”

    “That’s not right.”

    “Well I had been checking his bank balance to see if there was a large chunk missing, and there was, so I looked for the ring but so far I only found the receipt.”

    “How romantic.”

    “What? I don’t like surprises.”

    “So is it huge?”

    “Is what huge?”

    “The diamond.”

    “It’s big enough for a ‘yes.’”

    “Well, good luck finding the ring.”

    “Thanks!”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/skahammer/ skahammer

    Every two weeks, regardless of the outcome, I feel a wave of gratitude toward those who make the Micro-Fiction Roundup possible. This would include MilitantRubberDucky, Chillbear, all contributors, all commenters, and anyone else I’m forgetting.

    The fact is, I could write new Micro-Fiction stories two or three times per week. But without a place like MFR to submit those stories, such behavior would just seem weird. More so, I mean. So thank you, all. I’m embarrassingly grateful for the effort that everyone puts in. It allows me to feel less neurotic. Or to ignore those feelings, anyway.

    Now, what’s this about Wordsmokerettes?

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/militantrubberducky/ MilitantRubberDucky

    Aww, thanks Ska. I really love MFR, and I’m glad to hear you like it too. In regards to the Wordsmokerettes, you can identify them by their hot pink heels and short skirts, and they have a penchant for smoking cigars and shooting whiskey.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/militantrubberducky/ MilitantRubberDucky

    @ Azirel Fallen:
    Hurl with a side of extra gross

    Submit another piece over the word count, and I’ll have them drop the cats. Kthxbai! <3

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/azirel-fallen/ Azirel Fallen

    @ MilitantRubberDucky:
    I think that made me laugh more than it was a threat…I promise no more over the word count entries (although that conversation was how Twyzted proposed to me a long time ago) just so I don’t to risk laughing til I piss my pants!

    @ skahammer:
    I don’t do pink but I do have the micro-mini & the Pleaser Double Stackers. I’ll be the one on the pole.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/skahammer/ skahammer

    I realize I’m not eligible for MFR this time around. I just can’t stop writing these stories.

    *****

    COMING DOWN LIKE A HURRICANE

    Yeah, we play requests. When appropriate.

    Recently, a nerded-up groomsman — thick glasses, bowl cut — requests AC/DC: “Hell’s Bells.”

    The band declines. But I’ll solo, if our singer Googles the lyrics.

    So groomsman gyrates around his frump-style date — secondhand dress, no makeup. But they love this song — their only fun today. I shred like Angus.

    Then another dancer appears. Tipsy, but knows every note. And she’s gorgeous.

    For the chorus, I try swinging each beat to her moves. It’s exhausting.

    But afterward she studies me, curious. And by then, everything else is trivia; because I know she’ll say yes when I ask.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/skahammer/ skahammer

    IN THE HILL COUNTRY (I)

    We finally met in Texas — a springtime lark, far from our homes. It was my first visit, while he knew it well.

    So I let him talk. He seemed to want to. I couldn’t stop him anyway.

    But I should’ve tried. Because he went too far. We’d just met! Why say those things? And did he just mention marriage?

    After that, I was noncommittal. We parted stiffly. It was good to get home.

    Two years later, Ted left. Or maybe I dumped him. Anyway, I cried for days. Felt like damaged goods.

    Then, still sniffling, I picked up my phone.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/skahammer/ skahammer

    IN THE HILL COUNTRY (II)

    We finally met in Texas — and everything started out fun. I was saying many things which seemed imperative at the time.

    Including, however: “And if you ever want someone to propose marriage to you…well, you should let me know.”

    Yeah, mistake. Because afterward I had to return to my home. And she had to return to hers. And her boyfriend’s.

    So, fuck me. Nothing more from her. Instead I moved to California.

    Two Aprils later, she calls. “Did you really mean what you said?” No further elaboration.

    But my answer had been ready this whole time. “Everything, lady. Every word.”

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/militantrubberducky/ MilitantRubberDucky

    Like It Was Yesterday

    Ever since Grandpa died, she hasn’t been the same. Today, she put the phone in the vegetable drawer; yesterday, the dog food bin. I’ve found her wandering the neighborhood too many times to count. She can still cook, so long as she leaves a timer on with a note to tell her why the timer is sounding. She can’t remember her way home, nor can she remember what she was saying…just then. But if you ask, she can tell you without hesitation every detail of the day he got down on one knee on her front porch to make her his.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/members/misslinda/ misslinda

    Because sometimes a picture is worth 101 words, this is a painting Michel Gondry did of my proposal. That’s the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree in the background. And no, I’m not usually that jaundiced.

    Photobucket

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/militantrubberducky/ MilitantRubberDucky

    @ misslinda:
    Wait, did you plan for him to be there, or was he there by chance?

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/chillbearlatrigue/ Chillbear Latrigue

    STAN & PAMMY!!!!

    u n’ i hve been Going out 4 a while & its gr8!!!! i like secks w/ u n ur good at giving Head & pS3!!!! I wuz gonna w8 til we were all @ bk lata, but i think i shuld aks u now cuz ur friends r bitches.will u merry me? we can live w/ my rents til i get a job!!! Then I gonna by a VAN & we can liv in it. Text me bak so i no weather to aks in front of every1. no matta what u say, i LUV u!!!!!!!!!!

  • http://wordsmoker.com/members/misslinda/ misslinda

    @ MilitantRubberDucky:
    Neither. The painting is from an over-the-shoulder photo we took. Gondry was going through an “I want to draw things” phase so I had him do one from the snapshot. My husband is a huge fan of his films so I thought this would be a really nice and thoughtful gift, but he hates the painting with a burning passion. Since he is apparently now trolling around Wordsmoker (oh hai! I can haz my own space pleez?), I figured I’d annoy him by posting it as a protest for invading my corner of the interwebs.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/militantrubberducky/ MilitantRubberDucky

    @ misslinda:
    Oh that’s nice. Going around the internet together – a “couples thing”, only waaaaaay creepier.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/members/misslinda/ misslinda

    @ MilitantRubberDucky:
    It’s like being stalked in your own home.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/militantrubberducky/ MilitantRubberDucky

    @ misslinda:
    Sounds, erm, fun? I would personally just play a robust game of Hide and Seek.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/members/misslinda/ misslinda

    @ MilitantRubberDucky:
    If I hide in the gym, he’ll never find me!

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/militantrubberducky/ MilitantRubberDucky

    @ misslinda:
    Ba-DUM-kssh!

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/azirel-fallen/ Azirel Fallen

    @ misslinda:
    This is why I have 2 facebook pages & the husband is only on 1 of them

  • http://wordsmoker.com/members/misslinda/ misslinda

    @ Azirel Fallen:
    That wouldn’t really work for me since without him, I’d have approximately three friends.

    I like the way I hijacked this proposal-themed Micro-Fiction Roundup with my marriage problems. I hope it has been very educational for all of you single folks. To end on a positive note, he bought me flowers this weekend because he could tell I was having a shitty day. The cat never does stuff like that, so marriage FTW.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/bjonston/ BJonston

    Cats suck. There. I said it.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/skahammer/ skahammer

    ACROSS THE MULTIVERSE

    “There are infinitely many other inhabited planets, including not just one but infinitely many that have people with the same appearance, name and memories as you, who play out every possible permutation of your life choices.” — Max Tegmark, “Parallel Universes,” Scientific American, 5/2003.

    Twenty-two responses, arranged in reverse order:

    [Laughter.]

    [Laughter.]

    [Laughter.]

    Heh, sure, why not?

    [Smile.] Yeah, right.

    [Pause.] Well, anyway….

    What?

    Are you serious?

    No.

    No. Sorry.

    I can’t.

    I just can’t.

    Come on, you know better.

    What can I say?

    Don’t ask me that.

    Don’t ask me that now.

    Don’t.

    I don’t know.

    [Silence.]

    [Silence.]

    [Silence.]

    Yes.

  • http://wordsmoker.com/help/members-3/azirel-fallen/ Azirel Fallen

    Not a Proposal

    “Will you marry me?”

    “No.’

    “Why?”

    “Not Romantic, you didn’t take me to dinner, you didn’t get flowers, you didn’t even take a shower.”

    Three days, a shower, flowers and $200 a plate dinner reservations later.

    “Baby I have something I want to ask you.”

    “Yes?”

    Get down on one knee “You know I love you right?”

    “Of course!”

    “Baby Will you…”
    “Yes I will Marry you!!!”

    “Umm I was going to ask if you would be willing to see other people. You see I met this other girl who doesn’t require as much maintinace as you do so I can save a lot of money. It’s all good though you can keep the puppy.”