Did you know Tikis are great companions? I’ll tell you why after this important announcement –
Last month, I was honored to win the WikiRandom Writers Challenge. The challenge was to create (preferably off the top of my head) a three-sentence story based on a prompt chosen by March’s winner from an article she found by hitting Wikipedia’s Random Article button.
Now it’s my turn to find the May 2012 winner
The rules are simple. You use the prompt I select in a three-sentence story and post it in the comments section below. The winner will be
announced May 29, and he/she receives a cool badge to display on his/her website plus lots of, as the creator of the contest – Laird Sapir – says, adoration and praise!
*Assuming best infomercial voice* But that’s not all! The winner will also host the next WikiRandom Writers Challenge on their own blog any time in June and will serve as the presiding judge over the June entries.
Why (Wiki)Tiki?
I’m still a country gal at heart. When I win something, it’s a cotton candy, ride-the-Ferris-wheel kind of moment for me. So, when Ellen Gregory picked me as the WikiRandom winner in April, I kind of wanted to dunk my head in a tub and bring up a cob of corn with my teeth. I knew that wouldn’t be much fun for you, so I decided to share a little something near and dear to my heart – (Wiki)Tiki.
Why You Should Adopt a Tiki.
- They enjoy the beach/pool and love to sunbathe.
- They don’t care how you look in your swimsuit.
- They keep an eye (or several) on your towel and suntan lotion.
- They don’t sneak any of your Gatorade.
- They are huge Adele fans.
- They don’t like chemistry or P.E., so no college tuition.
- They love jokes. Even tell a few themselves if you listen carefully.
- Doggie piddle is okay as long as you hose them off afterward.
- They think both donkeys and elephants are cute, so they’re politically correct.
- They hate commercials and pointy hats.
That’s just a few of the many reasons why you should adopt a Tiki. I know you can’t wait to run out and buy your very own, so without wasting any more of your valuable time, are you…
Ready for Your Prompt?
(張嘉福) (同中書門下平章事)
Just kidding! Your prompt is: the whitest sand . . .
Have fun!
She sat on the beach and ran her hands through the whitest sand she had ever seen. After a moment, something sharp and hard grazed her fingers, and she pulled the lonely object to the surface. A tiny blue diecast car glinted in the sunlight … rusty, and longing for the boy it once belonged to.
Great kickoff entry, Laird! Who was that boy? We can only imagine. Perhaps Mario Andretti?
How did you guess? lol
Water from the falls, massaging my shoulders as I remember last summer. The whitest sand under our feet, the ocean caressing our ankles,laughing uncontrollably at nothing. How I wish you had not left the protection of my arms.
I LOVED reading this and am seriously considering adopting a TIKI. 🙂
In a bit of a rush right now (my blog reading breaks always run over) but I will try to take a stab at this either tonight or tomorrow night. I’m thinking of using the first prompt though. Is that okay?
“I don’t care if Montenegro has the whitest sand in the world. I’d rather sit here by this crappy old pool…with you.”
Jezebel winked and rolled onto her belly, loosening the straps of her sun-soaked bikini and facing the water, which was lucky since I had to adjust my trunks to cover the effect of her words; well, her words and the wink and her sweet round ass right there in front of me.
LOL. You talked me into it. Off to adopt my own tiki.
Hey! Great idea! Let us know what you name your Tiki and if you decide Tiki-1 needs any siblings…okay? Thanks for stopping by, Sonia!
The skies grew visibly angry and waves of raging breakers pummelled the shore in rapid succession; impassioned witnesses to an evil deed. Leaning his weight against the shovel, a malevolent smirk played across his face and he spit on the ground, a merciless epitaph to his latest handiwork of hatred. Sometimes the whitest sand holds the darkest secrets.
Here it is, at the eleventh hour…
They came in the night, creeping between tents packed too closely together, their presence both an insult and a dare we knew nothing about until dawn came and we stumbled outside to discover what they’d left. Perched on a rock, its polished timber frame holding a glass vessel filled with the whitest sand, the hourglass counted down the minutes in unmistakable warning. When the last grain dropped, they would be back.