The Creature, The Chemist and The Meatball - ZEFRANK.COM

Hyakujo's Fox · 05-09-2007, 09:34 AM

Transferred from the collaborative short story section

once upon a time...
some time last week
..on a dark and stormy night

Jules suddenly opened the door to the kitchen and dropped a meatball in the piping hot cabbage soup that was sitting on the hearth.

And as he watched that meatball slowly bob and turn amongst the cabbage froth, he thought that just maybe his life wasn't going to be one big cliché after all.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"It's open!" he shouted.

In walked a large burly fellow wearing a mackintosh and a brightly colored hat, “es dis der kemmist?” he mumbled.

"Does is look like a chemist?" retorted Jules, growing impatient with his difficulties in extracting a particularly elusive meatball.

"Vell," the man said, "id zertainly schmells like der Kemmist's."

Before he finished his words, Jules notice an odd little creature peeking from behind the man's drenched cloak. It was child like in size, spindly, large eyes and in the dark shadows of the large man’s mass appeared strange looking, it's face trailing echos of youth and old age as it moved.

"Ummm, well I'm afraid it is not the chemists" Jules replied a bit less tersely. "But perhaps... if you wished, however, you and ah... you might like to come in for a moment?"

T.I.P. · 05-09-2007, 09:47 AM

"Not unless you carry soolfooric acid; my little friend Hugo ist very very sick !"

Anna · 05-09-2007, 08:53 PM

Jules winced..

As the man turned towards the door to take leave he took a deep breath, the delicious soup filled his nostrils and taste buds, he stopped dead in his tracks turned back round and proclaimed, “Wonderbar!” and proceeded to waddle over to the heart while dripping puddles of water in his stead. He took off his wet cloak, shook it vigorously while showering the furniture with water, sat down hard on the small stool next to the hearth that strained to hold on to his massive weight, then closing his eyes he inhaled deeply through his giant bulbous nose, exhaling he let out a colossal sigh, “Ahh, dat schmells gut! Was are you cookink in das pot, roter Kohl?”

05-09-2007, 09:34 AM	#1
Hyakujo's Fox left hanging Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: between the click of the light and the start of the dream Posts: 10,071	The Creature, The Chemist and The Meatball Transferred from the collaborative short story section once upon a time... some time last week ..on a dark and stormy night Jules suddenly opened the door to the kitchen and dropped a meatball in the piping hot cabbage soup that was sitting on the hearth. And as he watched that meatball slowly bob and turn amongst the cabbage froth, he thought that just maybe his life wasn't going to be one big cliché after all. Just then, there was a knock on the door. "It's open!" he shouted. In walked a large burly fellow wearing a mackintosh and a brightly colored hat, “es dis der kemmist?” he mumbled. "Does is look like a chemist?" retorted Jules, growing impatient with his difficulties in extracting a particularly elusive meatball. "Vell," the man said, "id zertainly schmells like der Kemmist's." Before he finished his words, Jules notice an odd little creature peeking from behind the man's drenched cloak. It was child like in size, spindly, large eyes and in the dark shadows of the large man’s mass appeared strange looking, it's face trailing echos of youth and old age as it moved. "Ummm, well I'm afraid it is not the chemists" Jules replied a bit less tersely. "But perhaps... if you wished, however, you and ah... you might like to come in for a moment?"

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05-09-2007, 09:47 AM	#2
T.I.P. balancing actor Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: america Posts: 2,706	"Not unless you carry soolfooric acid; my little friend Hugo ist very very sick !"

05-09-2007, 08:53 PM	#3
Anna n Join Date: Apr 2006 Posts: 2,752	Jules winced.. As the man turned towards the door to take leave he took a deep breath, the delicious soup filled his nostrils and taste buds, he stopped dead in his tracks turned back round and proclaimed, “Wonderbar!” and proceeded to waddle over to the heart while dripping puddles of water in his stead. He took off his wet cloak, shook it vigorously while showering the furniture with water, sat down hard on the small stool next to the hearth that strained to hold on to his massive weight, then closing his eyes he inhaled deeply through his giant bulbous nose, exhaling he let out a colossal sigh, “Ahh, dat schmells gut! Was are you cookink in das pot, roter Kohl?”