Writing Prompts: Have Fun Plotting [Scene Stealers]

Writing prompts Would You Like To Plot Some Fun?

Welcome to Scene Stealers, our series of writing prompts designed to flex your creative muscles.

We’re thrilled that so many of you are participating in our writing prompt series. (Read the other Scene Stealers here and add one of your own.)

In case you’re not familiar with Scene Stealers, here’s how our writing prompts work:

  • We set the scene
  • You steal it, make it your own, and
  • Share your creation in the comments section of this post

Of course, it’s perfectly fine if you don’t want to share your work, but we hope you’ll do the exercise anyway.

The ground rules:

  • You must begin your story with the exact wording we provide.
  • Your story must be 350 words or less.
  • Your work must be original and not previously published.
  • WTD provides an encouraging and safe environment for writers to grow and learn from each other. We’d love you to comment on other people’s submissions in a friendly and supportive manner.
  • We reserve the right to delete any comments or entries we deem inappropriate and those that do not meet the specifications above.

This month’s installment is designed to help you plot a fun story.

 

Scene Stealer #11

How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook to make a story? Here goes:  

 

Now steal this and make it your own.

We can’t wait to read what you come up with, so please add your submission to the comments section of this post.

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  • Notebook in hand, I began a hesitate walk toward the enclosure.

    My name is Sam—short for Samantha—and I am a reporter for the News Daily. Today my editor thought it would a wonderful idea to do a story on a rare crocodile birth at our local zoo. Lucky me, I was given the assignment, even though the chief knows I fear all reptiles no matter how big or small.

    As though drawn by a magnet, I walked directly to where the African long snouted crocodiles swam and sunned in their leafy area. The three lettuce leaves I had brought with me to feed the baby lay limp and bruised in one sweaty fist. As I walked toward him, a uniformed man turned.

    “Seriously,” he said. “You brought lettuce to feed a meat eater!” He laughed long and hard. If the man were not so ruggedly handsome and did not possess such magnetic blue eyes, I would have been offended; however, I only flushed with both instant attraction and shame as I realized I should have done more homework. As it was, a nearby trashcan rid me of my wilted mistake.

    When I returned to the grotto, the man stuck out his hand. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he said by way of apology. “Many people make the same mistake. Some reptiles do eat greens, but most crocs are flesh eaters. By the way, I’m Eric Hansen, and you must be Samantha Butler from the News Daily. I’ve been expecting you.”

    A force passed between us as I grasped his hand, and I wondered if he experienced the same electric charge.

    “Shall we go visit the baby?” Did I imagine the small tremor in his voice?

    “Of course,” I said. My own voice seemed somewhat breathless.

    As we walked toward the zoo nursery, he turned. “Would you like to have dinner tonight?”

    This unwanted assignment had delivered much more than a mere story about a baby reptile.
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  • Wes Morgan says:

    How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook to make a story? Here goes:

    The spiral notebook in my golf bag and the stubby pencil are not my usual tools but sufficient for a first draft. Again it is more than 90 degrees here at the municipal golf course in Creve Coeur. My docent nametag from the Sculpture Park is in my bag too albeit without the magnet that keeps it in place. (I will need to replace it before my next tour.) The outdoor metal chair on this deck outside the pro-shop is positioned in such a way as to allow me to imagine a leisurely lifestyle as I have a view of sporadic golfers putting on hole #2, short par three.

    The last time I was in Florida, a couple of Spring seasons ago, I remember seeing palm trees, ibis birds in flight and feeling the same sort of heat. Mitch took a photograph on his smart phone of an alligator that was dangerously close to us, though we didn’t even notice it as each of us in our foursome were focused on hazards like tall grass, sand bunkers and awkward lies. Only in Florida do close encounters with such creatures blend into the scenery like that. An alligator or crocodile (I never did knew for certain the difference between those reptiles. Mitch insisted it was a baby crocodile which is another thing I don’t know how to determine or substantiate.)

    The call comes on my cell phone. “Hello Wes, this is Brett from Boeing calling to thank you for interviewing with us. We enjoyed meeting you and we enjoyed the answers you gave us to our ten questions but we’ve decided to proceed with two other candidates. We hope you will stay in touch and feel free to apply again as other jobs are posted on our web site.”

    It was just after that disappointing news that I noticed the three lettuce leaves sticking to my teeth. Four people conducting a structured team interview and no-one bothered to tell me.

  • Vincent Ik says:

    This is awesome… I love this and I will like to know more about this stunnig creativity.

  • Harry Kingaby says:

    How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook to make a story? Here goes:

    We have a lot of crocodiles here in Australia and every single one is ugly. The prettiest fell out of the ugly tree and got banged up on every branch on the way down. And there is no cute and cuddly among their young. Unlike almost very other critter on the planet in which cuteness is inversely proportionate to age, the baby croc is just a …little ugly thing.

    But, this horrible denizen of the north Australian mud has one redeeming quality (apart from making a half decent wallet). And it’s a quality that you’d least expect, though one that in all fairness could be attributed to any oddity; they are a chick magnet.

    Well, the half metre specimen that I paraded on the beach last Saturday certainly was. I’d recommend the technique to any lonely guy prepared to risk loosing a arm or leg for the company of a pretty lady.

    “Did you catch it yourself?” This bathing beauty had quickly abandoned her 3 lettuce leaves and Diet Coke for a closer look at what came out of my esky. Now if it had been a kitten she would have called it a him, or her. But like I said, the croc is downright ugly.

    I fielded a few more questions about crocology and about how to catch the loathsome creature, and somewhere along the way she decided that next to the croc, I was downright agreeable. A notebook was produced, numbers were exchanged, and the first act of the human mating ritual was complete.

    Later the croc was returned to the wild so it could grow into a $5000 handbag. A handbag the owner would never suspect, had a romantic history borne in the mud and the ugly tree of north Australian bush.

  • American Alligator says:

    How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook to make a story? Here goes:

    Naturally, one possessed with a hunger for flesh and blood is found in the murkiest of the jungles.

    This creature, however, is not one.

    In what began as a midsummer afternoon, plagued by the confounded insects and unannounced visit of some very dark clouds, a man walked to his local radio A site (his name is unimportant because disclosing such information would draw a collection of PETA enthusiasts whose publicity might make our position in writing his story taboo and consequentially a drain on our precious, economic reserves. Nonetheless his name is Gregory Snaps). He carried, in his left arm, a baby crocodile with an appetite for disaster. Now, as cliche as was the previous sentence, the man, thinking he was dropping his baby off for a side reel on Crocs Bite, handed over his cold-blooded lizard to a radioACTIVE nuclear facility.

    As with falling in with any bad crowd is, the baby plunged into nuclear waste–a result of a mad scientist’s misfire with a champagne top. The toxic H20 mutated the young croc’s teeth with a magnet lost from last year’s Christmas Party. And as everybody knows, croc teeth and magnets are the perfect combination of organic molecules that attract 3 lettuce leaves daily.

    A baby crocodile, whose teeth attract 3 lettuce leaves a day, can’t be happy. He wasn’t at all (we forgot or conveniently left out the fact that he was rescued by a pair of pliers immersed in the glowing waters that latched onto him and pulled him to safety. We can’t tell you why they were in the water, but we can say that they had fallen in some time ago during a Bring Your Kid to work day where some amount of teeth pulling went on for all to see.). The crocodile, feeling left out at every Crocodile Game, decided that writing his suffering on a notebook would be a good idea.

    Well it wasn’t, but it did make a good story.

  • gizmo4me2 says:

    The baby crocodile was having a great sleep dreaming about what happen yeasterday down the old riwerbed. he was all flushed up by it.
    His mother had told him about a strange story her mother had told her when she was a little crocodile like him.
    And the story vent something like this.
    For many years ago there was an old male crocodile there had a silly idea about where he could sleep without been desturbed, he then came up with a plan to stop other crocodiles hasling him. But because he was old he had to write it down on a note book so he could remember where the best place on the old riwerbed was to hide out for some time.
    The only probleme with the note book he had to be able to find it every time. Because it was hanging from a magnet in a tree where he could not see it or anybody else, he had to put 3 lettuce leaves on the ground under the tree so it was easy to find again. crocodiles are sneaky creatures that way and beacause he really liked his sleep ondesturbed.

  • gizmo4me2 says:

    Thanks for the book , but I am sorry I can not open it . Not even in Adobe Reader, any help please.

    gizmo4me2

    • Vinita says:

      I have sent you the book as an attachment.

      Enjoy!
      Vinita Zutshi, Guest Post Editor, Write to Done

  • Davin says:

    How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook to make a story? Here goes:

    It was like an old Sherlock Holmes story, I could have given it a one of Sir Arthur’s odd titles like the ‘The Red-headed League’.

    Only it would be something like ‘The Adventure with the Three Lettuce Leaves’, not very catchy. So like dear old Watson I sat back in my favorite chair, my notebook in hand for the writing.

    I won’t bore you with too many details, but I will say that Mr. Charleston had been in the business of smuggling for a touch too long. He wasn’t careless; maybe overconfident would be a better description.

    So when a unique opportunity that required his specific skills came along, he didn’t hesitate. The money was too good, it didn’t matter that he had never smuggled animals before. The way he saw it was that as long as he got hold of a crooked vet, everything would be fine.

    The problems all started with the vet, an entirely too crooked man who decided to take advantage of the limited knowledge of Mr. Charleston and some contacts of his own.

    So it was that after he faked the death of the baby crocodiles and had left evidence of negligence on the part of Mr. Charleston, that he absconded with the precious cargo straight from the docks to his own private clients, leaving our Mr. Charleston in quite a predicament.

    Now when Mr. Charleston and his customer arrived for the consignment, he was missing one vet and they were missing their merchandise.

    Now these unsavory customers did not take well to being made fools of, and being in the business of scrap metal, as these types often are, they had access to some interesting machinery.

    Most of the unfortunate Mr. Charleston was found in the remains of crushed car dangling from the electro magnet crane, rather close to the docks housing an almost empty container; now containing only the three lettuce leaves.

    His ignorance making him guilty.

  • sara says:

    Thank you so much for doing this again! Last summer I “made” my middle/high school age kids do this each week and while they grumbled about it, they did it. After a few weeks, they really got in to writing good stories! Maybe this year I will have them post their work online!

  • How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook to make a story? Here goes:

    “What are you looking at, sweetie?”

    “A baby crocodile.”

    “Really?!” Stan looked down into the man-made ditch with high, wood walls used to channel overflow water from one pond to the next on the resort island. “It looks trapped in there.”

    “Yeah. When I saw him I lowered the gate thingy to keep him in there.”

    “Why’s that, honey?”

    “Crocodiles are mean, Daddy. They eat other animals.”

    “Hmm. Yeah. I guess. Why does he have lettuce on him?” Stan was doing his best to stifle a laugh.

    “He’s on a strict regiment. I’m making him a vegetable-tarian.”

    “Yeah?” Stan couldn’t help smiling broadly. “How long has he been on this regimen, honey?”

    Talia consulted her notebook on the ground next to her while she handled the little magnet that was strung, along with love-beads, into a necklace. “This is his third try in two days.”

    “I see,” Stan intoned in an effort to sound serious. “So that’s why there’s three lettuce leaves, huh? I’ll bet he’s pretty hungry.”

    “Not hungry enough to eat the lettuce.”

    “Well. He’s a crocodile, honey, and that’s not what crocodiles do.”

    Talia squinted up at him.

    “He’ll die like this, you know?”

    Now Talia frowned. “But they kill other animals and eat them.”

    “I know.” Stan looked down at the reptile for a moment. “He’s young like you. You think he misses his Mom and Dad?”

    They were both quiet for a few minutes while the birds sang all around them.

    “I guess we should let him go, Daddy. Can we feed him something he will eat first?”

    “Tell you what, Tal. Mom just got back with the Kentucky Fried Chicken. You give him yours, and you eat the lettuce.”

  • Harry Kingaby says:

    I love doing this! Does anyone know a formula for working out the number of words in the absence of a word count application on the page? How do you know when you’ve done 350 words?

  • DoryR says:

    How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook to make a story? Here goes:

    Lying submerged in the swamp had left the body badly decomposed. I unzipped the bag and gave an involuntary gag. Then I shook myself hard – it wasn’t like me to react badly. I’d earned my hardass reputation and now was not the time to give it up. A couple of dabs of Vaseline in my nostrils blocked the of the worst of the stench. Time to get to work.

    The body was bloated and parts of it had been chewed. The left foot bore a gaping wound with tiny toothmarks around the margins. I pictured a fish lunching on the toes or maybe a baby crocodile feeding on the tender flesh. The body was a male, although the most obvious evidence of that had suffered some damage as well.

    The stomach contents were unremarkable. Three half rotted lettuce leaves, some undigested bacon bits and a piece of sausage. Might as well work through lunch, because I couldn’t face the Caesar salad in the lab fridge now. Some hardass.

    I carefully recorded wound locations, weight and height of the corpse and a list of samples removed in my notebook. I ripped the page out to attach it to my computer’s copy stand when the magnet skittered through my fingers and fell onto the body…sticking jauntily on the head. What the heck? I prodded the area then sliced a flap of skin with my scalpel. Folding it back revealed a dull metallic shine. A metal plate, a large one, covered most of his skull.

    Officer Carter popped in to ask if I had a cause of death yet. “Probably drowned when he fell in the swamp, weighed down by all this metal in his head.”

    “That fits,” Carter nodded. “We found an abandoned boat with a dozen empty beer cans near the body.”

    So, the stinking sinker was an unthinking drinker. Suddenly I felt like taking a stab at that salad. Until I noticed the bullet hole. Damn.

  • Alice says:

    (english is not my native language, so excuse the mistakes…)

    You cannot teach tricks to a crocodile!
    When its still a baby crocodile?
    Nope
    Why?
    Its just so.They are dinosaurs.
    Why cant dinosaurs learn something?
    They just dont want to!
    But you can make them want…
    How would you do that?
    Like in that tv-show with dog trainers
    What did they do?
    give dogs a treat when it does something right
    So you feed the crocodile?
    Yep
    When it does what?
    What i want
    And why should it do it?
    Because it wants the treat
    It doesnt work that way!
    It does!
    Just think, why would it do it in the first place?
    The treat…
    But it doesnt know it,you cant just tell it.
    Hmmm
    Get it? You’ ll have to wait til it does it by itself
    What? 
    what you want it to do.
    And then i give the treat
    Yes, but wont work
    Why?
    They are not like dogs. They dont learn new stuff. 
    I’ ll think of something else
    Like what?
    Dogtrainer sometimes force the dog to sit down and then give them the treat.
    You cant make a crocodile sit
    Or raise a claw….
    They are not built that way! It would hurt…
    Then the tail, i make it raise the tail!
    Pff…it sucks
    I know! I’ll attach iron gear to it and use a magnet!
    What?
    Yeah! It will be my dancing knight-crocodile..with armor and stuff
    You’re nuts.
    And i’ll name it dancalot!
    it doesn’t count anyway…..
    Why?
    Because the crocodile is not doing it itself! And its cruel!
    Its not cruel when you let your turtle hunger?
    I did feed him!
    Yeah,after a week…he ate three leaves at once!
    He just likes lettuce….
    He was starving.
    …and its normal for turtles not to eat for couple of days.
    Not that long!
    He is okay.
    So will be dancalot.
    Where would you get it anyway?
    Internet. 
    You cant buy a crocodile on the internet!
    Why?
    Will they send it by mail?
    Of course not,im not stupid! 
    So what?
    You can buy pets online but you have to get them by yourself from the store. 
    So why dont you buy it at the store?
    You have to be 16… and have money.
    Same on the internet.
    Nope,i can use dads credit card.
    How?
    He saves all data on his notebook.
    And he wont notice?
    Nope,my sister buys stuff all the time. 
    Like what?
    Like makeup.its all in her secret stash.
    But you cant hide a crocodile like lipsticks..
    No..i thought…
    What?
    Turtles are somewhat like crodiles. They would go along together.
    No way!
    You could play with it…but it would be still mine!
    No…its not enough room
    It is. Your turtle is just sitting under the lamp the whole time. 
    But what if it eats it?
    Baby-crocodile…tiny teeth..
    But it will grow.
    Turtels grow too…They’ ll be the dinosaur brothers! Dancalot and turtleneck.
    I want a cool name too!
    Okay…armorbeast.
    Deadly armorbeast!…i could paint a skull on it…

  • Pragati says:

    How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook to make a story? Here goes:

    “Mommy mommy look what I got from the pet shop, a baby crocodile. He’s so cute and tiny. Can he stay in my room?
    “Are you out of your mind, Derek? You bought her a crocodile!!”
    “Well, she insisted,” Derek said meekly to his wife, Laura.
    “Mommy he’s running after me, ahhhhhhh, help me!!!”
    “He’s not running after you, honey, he’s attracted to the magnet attached to your dress. “
    “Quick! Take it off before he bites you.” Mandy said eagerly to her mother.
    Laura took off the magnet belt from Mandy’s dress and threw it into the backyard. The crocodile ran towards the belt & gulped it down. Mandy clapped her hands happily seeing the crocodiles’ enthusiasm in gulping his food down.
    He suddenly started hiccuping and started coming towards the house again because he didn’t know what to do and stop the hiccups. All of them started panicking and searched hurriedly for something to give to their new pet. They tried giving him water but it didn’t work, rather the hiccups became worse. Mandy was enjoying each & every bit of it, unable to understand the seriousness of the situation; she was getting so much attention.
    Then, Derek threw a stainless steel spoon towards the crocodile and the spoon was attracted towards him. Wherever he moved the spoon moved. He did not like it one bit and angrily started coming towards them and in a panic Laura threw her recipe notebook towards him and he happily ate it, but he was still coming towards them. She searched for something behind her back and happened to find the lettuce, she threw 3 leaves at him, he again ate them but this time he liked it and wanted more. So, Laura threw the whole bunch at him and he was finally satisfied with his ‘vegan meal’. Everybody laughed.

  • Davin says:

    I put in the story I wrote on Friday, but I do not see it in the comments.
    Does it always take a while or am I doing something wrong here.

  • “How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook” Here goes: I thought to myself? “Then as I look around the room I realized that it could indeed be done.”
    “There sitting behind his messy desk was none other than Mr. Philby a loud obnoxious blow hard of a sort who was always in a perpetual state of eating one thing or another.
    “NEXT!!” He bellowed as a chunk of food shot across the room and landed close to my feet.
    “Well it`s do or die, show time. All my years of knowledge and practice comes down to me getting a spot on the latest and most popular show there is Wild Acts Future Stars. If you were anybody in show business you got your start on this show.”
    “Sure the best can juggle bowling balls, chain saws and fruits and vegetables. Me I will juggle a living breathing thing.”
    “Well this is it; so I slid my bowling ball under the seat. Turned the ignition key off on my chain saw and tied off the top of the sack that contained some assorted fruits and vegetables.”
    “NEXT!!” Echoed from deep within the lungs of Mr. Philby`s big barreled chest..
    I got up and grabbed items from each of the acts in front of me. A baby alligator from Augustine the reptile wrestler, a palm size magnet from Magneto Man, I plucked three lettuce leaves off of a head of lettuce that was to be used by an Archer in a cape and last but not least I walked right up to Mr. Philby smiled and grabbed his notebook right out of his hands. I jostled all the items in my arms balanced myself took a deep breathe in and exhaled.
    Just then the front door banged open and this little old lady with blue hair yelled out…”
    “LUNCHHHH!”
    I looked at Mr. Philby and he looked at me.
    “Take twenty kid.” He said.
    Then the baby alligator bit me.

  • Davin says:

    How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook to make a story? Here goes:

    It was like an old Sherlock Holmes story, I could have given it a one of Sir Arthur’s odd titles like the ‘The Red-headed League’.

    Only it would be something like ‘The Adventure with the Three Lettuce Leaves’, not very catchy. So like dear old Watson I sat back in my favorite chair, my notebook in hand for the writing.

    I won’t bore you with too many details, but I will say that Mr. Charleston had been in the business of smuggling for a touch too long. He wasn’t careless; maybe overconfident would be a better description.

    So when a unique opportunity that required his specific skills came along, he didn’t hesitate. The money was too good, it didn’t matter that he had never smuggled animals before. The way he saw it was that as long as he got hold of a crooked vet, everything would be fine.

    The problems all started with the vet, an entirely too crooked man who decided to take advantage of the limited knowledge of Mr. Charleston and some contacts of his own.

    So it was that after he faked the death of the baby crocodiles and had left evidence of negligence on the part of Mr. Charleston, that he absconded with the precious cargo straight from the docks to his own private clients, leaving our Mr. Charleston in quite a predicament.

    Now when Mr. Charleston and his customer arrived for the consignment, he was missing one vet and they were missing their merchandise.

    Now these unsavory customers did not take well to being made fools of, and being in the business of scrap metal, as these types often are, they had access to some interesting machinery.

    Most of the unfortunate Mr. Charleston was found in the remains of crushed car dangling from the electro magnet crane, rather close to the docks housing an almost empty container; now containing only the three lettuce leaves.

    His ignorance making him guilty.

  • How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook to make a story? Here goes:

    Alfie was sure this month he would have the best show and tell in his class…..in fact the whole school. Ever!

    Taking extra care last night, he packed his school bag. Hiding it well, he pushed it as far as he could under his bed.
    Sleep hadn’t been easy. Just like the night before a birthday, although not quite as difficult as Christmas Eve. That was always the hardest.

    Finally with thoughts of Miss Nugent, his favourite teacher in the whole school, saying “well done Alfie, here’s an A star”, not forgetting the all important bar of chocolate for the winner, he drifted off.

    Mum and dad surprised by his early morning enthusiasm commented, “Well it’s a first Alfie, up before we shout, washed and dressed already, whatever’s the matter?”. “It’s show and tell today” he said grinning from ear to ear, “and I’m going to win”.

    There was a knock at the door, “that’s Dan, I’m going, bye” he shouted running down the hall. “Watch the road and don’t slam….the DOOR!” Too late!

    “What have you got for show and tell then” Dan asked.
    “I’ll tell you when I show you” said Alfie, the contents of his rucksack tickling his back.
    “Go on, I’ll tell you mine”
    “Nope”

    Not long now, Miss Nugent was halfway through the register. He felt sure that this time he was going to win the bar of chocolate she keeps for just such occasions in her top drawer. Glancing around he saw various treasures. Even Edward had remembered, fetching the large magnet borrowed from his older brother, without asking.

    After an eternity Miss Nugent looked in Alfie’s direction. “What have you brought then Alfie? Let’s all see, come up to the front”
    Placing his school bag down he opened the flap. Reaching carefully inside he moved his hand slowly around in the darkness.

    Shredded paper! That was a notebook. With no sign of the three lettuce leaves he had carefully placed inside for the baby crocodile to eat, Alfie breathed a sigh of relief. “Here he is….”

  • Judith Krouse says:

    How to combine a baby crocodie, a magnet, three lettuce leaves and a notebook to make a story? Here goes:

    I am a fiction writer and I use many notebooks for iinspiration for each story I create. One day, I was sitting on my patio writing a most interesting adventureous story that kept me focused on my compelling story. I didn’t take time to hardly eat a bite. Although there were three lettuce leaves left in the salad bowl I had for lunch.

    “Adrian was using a magnet to open the safe he knew had all the secrets he needed to put away the bad guys in prison for life. Just as he…”

    A noise behind me-I didn’t want to turn around to see what the distraction was. I wondered what would make it fall, as they were fairly large.

    As I turned around a small, I’m guessing I saw a baby crocodile coming toward me. I jumped out of my chair and the lettuce leaves that were in the bowl fell off the table. The crocodile notice it and ate the leaves and the bowl immediately.

    He or she looked at me, as I had jumped on the table, and just he scrambled off back to the water. Guess I was unappetizing.

    I put in my notebook what had happened, as I may use this experience someday in a story.

  • Robin Gott says:

    Things were going from bad to worse. But could they get any worse? There I was, clinging on for dear life to the edge of the cliff, with only three lettuce leaves left. I’d already lost my trusty notebook and the super magnet which Q branch had supplied me with.
    I had no choice. It was time for another of the magic lettuce leaves.I let go with my left hand so that I could reach into my pocket . The fingers of my right hand screamed in agony as my left hand fumbled frantically for lettuce. I got a grip, and stuffed all three into my mouth. They were kind of soggy and sweayt but what the hell! I chewed. There was a flash and then I saw the three baby crocodiles above me on the edge of the cliff. “Whaddayewant?” they asked in perfect unison. I sighed. “What does it look like I want, you reptilian rookies? Get me the hell out of here!”

  • Claire Ahriana says:

    How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook, to make a story. Here goes:

    “Awesome.” It was the most unusual art piece I’d ever seen! I was just about to write in my notebook when a voice whispered from behind.

    “Do you like what you see?”

    I spun to meet the voice.

    “Surprise!” Your old flame,” he said.

    “Still trying to pick up women?” His past infidelities still pulled at my heartstrings. He had proven to be a woman magnet. And to make matters worse, he used art galleries, the very places we had the most fun together, to seek out—his next prey!

    “Still bitter,” he said, “you’re kind of like that crocodile in the painting.”

    “I’d like to wrap you in three lettuce leaves and feed you to her. How’s that sound? I’m sure that female would find you delicious!”

    The look on his face was nothing more than a smile. He tossed his head backwards as if a hearty laugh would follow but instead a quiet smile that said, “I understand. I had it coming.”

    I asked myself after he walked away, “why hold this grudge when the Universe actually did me a favor?” Grudges create snide remarks, neither of which I want to carry. I’d gotten pretty good at catching my ego pop-ups but every now and then; ego caught me off guard and I’d remind myself, “you’re not in charge.”

    I began counting my blessings. I joined a blog called WritetoDone; it’s been a lifesaver. I started writing again which helped my confidence return, and I wander galleries, write stories, and share them with a new man in my life—someone much more suited to me. Therefore, I’m finishing my story with a note to my ego.

    “You’ll have to let loose of old hurts and have more trust in something bigger than you. In the end, you’ll find that even though it might not make sense to write a story about crocodiles, magnets, lettuce leaves, and notebooks, it can end up being a lesson in life for you!”

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  • Arthur Ford says:

    How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook to make a story? Here goes:

    Beth was a nature lover. When she was young, she enjoyed walking through the woods with her father, identifying the different plants and insects, keeping little notebooks for each area they would visit. They started close to their house, and as her thirst for knowledge outgrew their backyard, she was drawn deeper into the wilderness, discovering more animals, and more about herself. She practically lived in those woods, drawn to them with a magnetic force she couldn’t understand.

    As a teenager, she would spend her summers in the woods, sometimes going the entire day. She usually packed a lunch, but one day, she decided she would live off the land, eating whatever flora she could find. She was confident that she would find everything she needed, but only found three lettuce leaves and a handful of berries. She was so hungry that day. She learned more about the woods in one day than she had in her entire life. She also learned she was capable of more than she ever knew. This experience led her to push herself harder and to higher limits.

    Beth began a path that day that led her across America, from the woods of Oregon, to the deserts of Arizona, to the Mississippi Delta. She would spend a few months in each area, exploring and documenting her experiences. She published her articles in a number of different outdoor magazines, which usually paid enough to keep her going and get her to the next location. Her travels eventually brought her to Florida, where she planned to study life in the swamps.

    She had found paradise. The plant life here was like nowhere else in the world. The swamps provided her with new flora and fauna to explore and document, but also provided a unique place challenge herself. She would constantly walk along the rivers, documenting every new species she could find. On her last day in the swamp, she found a baby crocodile. As she got closer, she could see that he hadn’t quite developed all of his teeth. His mother did, but she hadn’t noticed.

  • Beckyjo Bean says:

    How to combine a baby crocodile, a magnet, 3 lettuce leaves and a notebook to make a story? Here goes:

    Her Royal Majesty Victoria The Pleasant was bored. The tedium of public office had outworn its promise of glamour and prestige. She did not feel particularly pleasant. She did not feel at all. Her right hand graciously managed the automatic royal wave. She mastered looking attentive, interested, even pleasant while inside brewed quite another Queen, Her Royal Majesty Godiva de la Noche.

    HRM Godiva de la Noche, lived deep in the Amazon, raising baby crocodiles and dining on lettuce leaves. 3 lettuce leaves followed by one small square of Godiva de la Noche salted dark chocolate. Under the cover of night, wearing camouflage, armed only with a camera and notebook HRM tracked destroyers of the rain forest.

    She kept a list of the villains. Pictures of the most nefarious would be posted on the town wall, held in place with machete-shaped magnets. This practice made her quite unpopular with the natives. HRM liked being unpopular, shunned, even hunted….

    The limousine rocked to a stop in front of the church. It was time.

    Tall lads looked longingly at her. “If only ….she would be mine”

    Young girls whispered, wistfully. “If only I were …if only I could be …then…”

    Her Royal Majesty Victoria the Pleasant seemed to float out. She was so kind, so beautiful. Yet, her eyes were a million miles away, focused on the jungle just out of reach.

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