Flashfic thread: Rotating themes

[TE999]

10 of 10 History

"May I help you sir?"

"Yep. I need me two more pair of them blue denim trousers o' your'n."

"Of course sir. We have some pairs just made today on that table over there."

"Thank'y. Say you the fella that come up with them things?"

"I am, and my partner, Mr. Davis. Levi Strauss is the name. Good to meet you."

"Jake Barker, pleased ta' meet ya'. Say I gotta ask ya' somethin'."

"Of course."

"Ya' might wanna think about removin' that rivet on the front. Dadburn thing heated up at the campfire last night and about burned my pecker."

(100 exactly)

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( Factoid: The rivet on the fly of Levi's first Blue Jeans was subsequently removed for the very reason cited above)

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Next subject: Cars

 

[_Lynn_]

10 of 10 History

"May I help you sir?"

"Yep. I need me two more pair of them blue denim trousers o' your'n."

"Of course sir. We have some pairs just made today on that table over there."

"Thank'y. Say you the fella that come up with them things?"

"I am, and my partner, Mr. Davis. Levi Strauss is the name. Good to meet you."

"Jake Barker, pleased ta' meet ya'. Say I gotta ask ya' somethin'."

"Of course."

"Ya' might wanna think about removin' that rivet on the front. Dadburn thing heated up at the campfire last night and about burned my pecker."

(100 exactly)

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( Factoid: The rivet on the fly of Levi's first Blue Jeans was subsequently removed for the very reason cited above)

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Next subject: Cars

Interesting fact there TE. On to a new topic I see~~~CARS!!

Let's see some of these newbies join in!!

 

[Edward Teach]

She loved my GTO and liked to ride with all the windows down. I think she not only liked the feel of the wind whipping through but also the idea that people could see her. The car drew lots of stares and so did she. That night two girls in a new Avanti, a fairly quick sports car Studebaker was counting on to help save the company, raced their engine beside us at a stop light on the outskirts of town. We blew their doors off, it being obvious they had never encountered a GTO. Cheryl squealed with delight, having never experienced riding in a really fast car as it accelerated, seeing the driver totally occupied, both hands and both feet, steering, changing gears, working the clutch and gas, hearing the roaring moan of three carburetors sucking air and the high pitched scream of a tached up engine, smelling the burned rubber and unburned gasoline, feeling her body being pressed back into her seat and getting the quick little rush of fright from receiving a taste of speed and wondering for just and instant if we were going to keep on accelerating until we were out of control as we quickly popped the one ten mark before slowing down. She probably didn’t consciously realize how much it was like sex but her brain knew. I could see it in her eyes.

It's more than 100 words but I had it written and didn't feel like editing it down -- give me some demerits if you want

 

[_Lynn_]

She loved my GTO and liked to ride with all the windows down. I think she not only liked the feel of the wind whipping through but also the idea that people could see her. The car drew lots of stares and so did she. That night two girls in a new Avanti, a fairly quick sports car Studebaker was counting on to help save the company, raced their engine beside us at a stop light on the outskirts of town. We blew their doors off, it being obvious they had never encountered a GTO. Cheryl squealed with delight, having never experienced riding in a really fast car as it accelerated, seeing the driver totally occupied, both hands and both feet, steering, changing gears, working the clutch and gas, hearing the roaring moan of three carburetors sucking air and the high pitched scream of a tached up engine, smelling the burned rubber and unburned gasoline, feeling her body being pressed back into her seat and getting the quick little rush of fright from receiving a taste of speed and wondering for just and instant if we were going to keep on accelerating until we were out of control as we quickly popped the one ten mark before slowing down. She probably didn’t consciously realize how much it was like sex but her brain knew. I could see it in her eyes.

It's more than 100 words but I had it written and didn't feel like editing it down -- give me some demerits if you want

No demerits.......reminds me of the GTO the ex had when we met....**** and fast Thanks for the addition Teach.

 

[Edward Teach]

No demerits.......reminds me of the GTO the ex had when we met....**** and fast Thanks for the addition Teach.

Where's yours, Butterfly? Or maybe I'll just settle for the butterfly.

 

[Edward Teach]

No demerits.......reminds me of the GTO the ex had when we met....**** and fast Thanks for the addition Teach.

That's from a group of true stories I wrote, by the way, Lynn. I had a new 1964 GTO. They were hard to get. But oh so much fun.

 

[_Lynn_]

That's from a group of true stories I wrote, by the way, Lynn. I had a new 1964 GTO. They were hard to get. But oh so much fun.

We had a couple 69's---our 64 was a LeMans--the muscle car era

 

[Edward Teach]

We had a couple 69's---our 64 was a LeMans--the muscle car era

Those 69s are good aren't they?

Oh, that was terrible. I'm going to bed -- it's late.

 

[_Lynn_]

Those 69s are good aren't they?

Oh, that was terrible. I'm going to bed -- it's late.

Sweet dreams

 

[glynndah]

2 out of 10
Cars

“And this one’s third,” he said patiently, guiding her hand into the proper position. “Easy does it.”

“Like this?” she asked, forgetting to engage the clutch.

“No,” he sighed. “You didn’t push in the clutch. Try again.”

She made another attempt, missing second and accidentally putting it into reverse instead of third.

“I’m really glad we decided to practice shifting here at Lookout Point, instead of on the road.”

“Me, too,” she agreed. She’d learned to drive a stick shift sitting on her daddy’s lap. A few more “errors” and he’d give up and they could practice their “parking” techniques.


(100 words exactly)

 

[tickledkitty]

Cute, Glynndah.

 

[glynndah]

Cute, Glynndah.

Thank you.

*looks around* Where's yours?

 

[maggot420]

3 out of 10

“What kind of car are you looking for miss?”
“I’m looking for a car that will take me away from this life. The car that will take me over the mountains and far away.”
“Ah. I see. Can you drive a stick?”
“No, it’s one of the many things I never learned.”
“Well, I guess I’ll have to drive then.” He gently took her hand in his and guided her to the Oldsmobile.
“Are you just going to leave your job?” she asked surprisedly.
“Oh, I don’t work here.” He smiled
She had escaped her wretched life at last.


(99...sorry)

 

[tickledkitty]

3 out of 10

“What kind of car are you looking for miss?”
“I’m looking for a car that will take me away from this life. The car that will take me over the mountains and far away.”
“Ah. I see. Can you drive a stick?”
“No, it’s one of the many things I never learned.”
“Well, I guess I’ll have to drive then.” He gently took her hand in his and guided her to the Oldsmobile.
“Are you just going to leave your job?” she asked surprisedly.
“Oh, I don’t work here.” He smiled
She had escaped her wretched life at last.


(99...sorry)

No reason to be sorry. It's 100 or less. Some of us just pride ourselves on making it exactly 100 for some reason.

 

[glynndah]

4 out of 10
Cars

Rattle! Screech! Clunk! The steering, the entire feel of the car was suddenly extremely wrong. Stopping in the middle of the lane, the owner glanced in his rearview mirror, just in time to see a tire, his tire, wheel and all, go bouncing down the street.

He walked around to the passenger side of the car. The axle was now exposed and buried deep in an arching trench dug in the hot summer tar. Shards of the brake assembly were sprinkled all around. Assorted bits of rusty metal rolled towards the curb.

“Hey, mister. There’s a piece way over here!”

(100 words exactly and a true story. I was the passenger in the car. We’d been driving 75 mph down the interstate towing a Uhaul trailer just minutes before.)

 

[TE999]

5 of 10

"Aw, c'mon Dad, can't we just go in and look? Pleeease."

"Okay, Freddie, okay. But just to look."

"Afternoon Sir, this is the new Chevrolet for 1955. I can offer you a generous trade in on that DeSoto of yours."

"Well, I don't know...how much of a trade in? That blue and white four door's a beauty."

"Let's step in my office, sir. I am sure we can make a deal today..."

Freddie bounced happily on the vinyl seat, gripping the shiny steering wheel, smelling the new car smell. Wait until the guys saw him in a new Chevvy.

(100 exactly)

 

[_Lynn_]

Another good one TE.

 

[MarshAlien]

6 of 10

“It’s awfully big,” she said doubtfully.
“Yeah, it's a little bigger than most,” I nodded.
It wasn't really, but they all thought that the first time we got ready to do it together.
“You just need to take it a little easier the first time, that’s all,” I said patiently. “You’re probably used to something a little smaller.”
“I’m not used to anything at all,” she said.
Great. A first-timer.
“Well, how about we just go in the back door and sit there for a little while until you get comfortable?”
“I guess.”
Another day teaching Driver’s Education. God, I hate this job.



100 words. Happy now, good witch?

 

[_Lynn_]

6 of 10

“It’s awfully big,” she said doubtfully.
“Yeah, it's a little bigger than most,” I nodded.
It wasn't really, but they all thought that the first time we got ready to do it together.
“You just need to take it a little easier the first time, that’s all,” I said patiently. “You’re probably used to something a little smaller.”
“I’m not used to anything at all,” she said.
Great. A first-timer.
“Well, how about we just go in the back door and sit there for a little while until you get comfortable?”
“I guess.”
Another day teaching Driver’s Education. God, I hate this job.



100 words. Happy now, good witch?

Too cute Marsh!! Good job!!!

 

[glynndah]

100 words. Happy now, good witch?

Oh, yes. It's always better to keep the good little witch happy.

 

[jomar]

eta 7/10 cars

The car was due so he drove into the inspection bay. The fumes in the multi-lane enclosure were strong as the inspector waved a wand over the exhaust pipe and got no reading. The car owner smiled and couldn’t believe the slack faced, dull-eyed tech didn’t hear the exhaust burbling loudly from the hole farther up the pipe. A beep of the horn, a tap on the brakes and the car passed. The owner laughed out loud when the muffler fell off five miles down the highway.




(A hasty story because I have to run)

 

[glynndah]

(A hasty story because I have to run)

Sometimes a "quick one" is just right.

 

[TE999]

Another good one TE.

Thanks, Lynn.

Now you gotta do one.

This is a fun thread alrighty.

Okay, who's next?

 

[jomar]

Sometimes a "quick one" is just right.

So true, my good little witch, so true.

 

[The_Fool]

8/10 cars

She had a thing for speed. He had a thing for dresses. The faster he went, the further up her dress went until she was completely exposed and he was driving recklessly fast. Slippery as the corners were, she was more slippery as he slid his fingers in. A dark tunnel led to graphic comments, but the fondling continued as he worked through the gears. Flashing lights led to both hands on the wheel, but only until he found a dark side street and then both hands were for her. Driving home, her handprints on the hood made him smile.