Clown Dust

[ROU Killing Time]

Jimmy fled down the alley gasping at the dead end that rose before him while the chortling of the clown in pursuit echoed off the brick walls.

At his feet he saw a two by four with a 6 inch nail.

Smelling its rancid breath he turned and sunk the nail deep into the clown's left temple.

It exploded with a flatulent pop, covering Jimmy with glitter and colored makeup.

He went home and tried to wash himself off, but his efforts only caused the dust to run and smear.

He giggled maniacally as the clown makeup covered his face.

[Mr. Tweedy]

Poor clowns...

[ROU Killing Time]

Poor clowns...

It's the circle of life, Tweedy.

[Phenopath]

Yup, this one too I like. Keep them coming ROU.

[ROU Killing Time]

Yup, this one too I like. Keep them coming ROU.

I don't know what it is about things popping that's so amusing to me but exploding clowns and deflating galaxies did work better for me than a lot of my other drabbles. I still like some of my older ones, but these latest two, for me anyway, hit a new level.

Or maybe it's the shameless pandering for ideas that would translate well into sound Fx.

C'mon, who here doesn't want to hear Norm's interpretation of "flatulent pop"

[strawman]

Dear ROU,

Miss Grimsley here, once again forced to comandeer Strawman's soul.

Really now, how can you write "Exploding with a flatulent pop, Jimmy was covered with glitter and colored makeup." ?????

If you expect Mr. Norm Sherman, god of podcasting, to breathe life into your Logos, then you must remember some of the shit that Miss Grimsley taught you, dammit!

Now tell Miss Grimsley, sweetmeats, what is the problem with this sentence? And be quick about it, so I can release myself from this putrid sack of adobe.

[ROU Killing Time]

Yes yes.

The clown exploded, not Jimmy (as the sentence implies...)

I'll fix it when I get back home

Go take some estrogen replacement therapy while your waiting, Miss Grimsley

[ROU Killing Time]

Dear ROU,

Miss Grimsley here, once again forced to comandeer Strawman's soul.

Really now, how can you write "Exploding with a flatulent pop, Jimmy was covered with glitter and colored makeup." ?????

If you expect Mr. Norm Sherman, god of podcasting, to breathe life into your Logos, then you must remember some of the shit that Miss Grimsley taught you, dammit!

Now tell Miss Grimsley, sweetmeats, what is the problem with this sentence? And be quick about it, so I can release myself from this putrid sack of adobe.

"It exploded with a flatulent pop, covering Jimmy with glitter and colored makeup. "


There we go, can I get a hall pass to go to the bathroom now, Mis Grimsley?

P.S. I preemptively defend my use of the word "It" to refer to the clown. After all, if "It" is good enough for Stephen King, "It" is good enough for me.

P.P.S. Miss Grimsley, please inform Principle Sherman that I corrected and turned in my revision.

[strawman]

GAHHH! Where am I?
And why does my soul smell like the dementia ward in a nursing home?
I swear, you take off your foil cap for just a few minutes, and next thing you know you wake up in a Drabblecast forum feeling like you've been rode hard and put up wet.

[ROU Killing Time]

GAHHH! Where am I?
And why does my soul smell like the dementia ward in a nursing home?
I swear, you take off your foil cap for just a few minutes, and next thing you know you wake up in a Drabblecast forum feeling like you've been rode hard and put up wet.

I know how you feel. The same smell is emanating from my monitor. Fortunately, while you were out I did an improvement on the drabble which corrected a grammatical error that I could not fail to notice...

Still not sure about that comma in the middle of the sentence though.

Excuse me, i need to hurry away and burn some incense and sage to ward off evil spirits.