#MotivationMonday 3.11.2013 – The Tester

Man, what it has definitely been forever since I’ve done one of these. Glad I can pound this out before I have to go back to work. Alrighty, so this #MotivationMonday is a little excerpt taking from the weed book I’ve been brainstorming over. Hope you enjoy!

Rules of this Flash Fiction are below!



There is an iconic moment in American cinema when Dorothy declares to her little dog Toto that everything has radically changed.  With the recent release of the movie Oz, and the release of Song Stories: Volume I this coming week, this seems a fitting place to start back into Motivation Mondays.
Use this week’s prompt to explore ideas of displacement: the fear and wonder at being transported to a place you’ve never seen before.  You might be transported by imagination, a dream, illness, madness, death, a supernatural event or some freak of nature.  But when or where would you go and how would the difference manifest itself?

Guest Judge: Vic Kerry


Vic Kerry lives in Alabama with his wife, cat, and six dogs. He is the author of the novel The Children of Lot and an avid Elton John Fan.
In “Scarecrow” Vic runs with a metaphorical and very dark interpretation of Elton John’s classic song.  Kenneth Cavendish survives a tornado but his road back home is no so smoothly paved.
Read Scarecrow and more in “Song Stories” from Song Story Press.  Available on Amazon for Kindle this week.
Visit his website to find out more about Vic Kerry:www.vickerry.wordpress.com

The Prompt

[Toto], I have a feeling we’re not [in Kansas] anymore!

*words and phrases in brackets can be replaced creatively (eg. “Grog, I have a feeling we’re not in the Stone Age anymore!)

The Rules


  1. The story must start from the prompt.  This means the prompt must be the
    first words in the story.
  2. No more than 500 words (not including the prompt).  No less than 100 words.
  3. Any genre (in fact an unexpected genre will get you more brownie points.)
  4. Entries must be submitted by Tuesday Noon EST0
  5. If your story would be rated R or NC-17 in a movie, please post a note to that effect at the beginning of your entry.
  6. The winner of each week’s competition will win a kindle copy of “Song Stories: Volume I”
  7. The winner and runner-ups will be entered into a drawing to win a beautiful paperback edition of song stories
  8. Have fun!



And here we go!


“Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore!” Gabbie chuckled as she took another puff from her joint.

Her brother Luca appeared in the room, a frown on his face. “Really?! You’re sparking one up already?!”

She looked up at him from the couch. She’d been sitting at her coffee rolling enough joints to fill her cigarette holder, as her brother was taking forever to get dressed and she didn’t want to hunt down the remote for some television. She figured it wouldn’t hurt to take the time to roll up a few of her new samples and do some creative testing while they were out. She smiled wistfully. She loved her job. So far she had already rolled 4 joints of Honolulu Bubblegum, her new favorite as it was sweet on her tongue and smooth to smoke, and had decided to divide her remaining papers between Fat Daddy, a harsh and robust strain that came tightly compacted but broke down in abundance, and Mint Tee, the name of which spoke for itself.

“Well yeah, Luca… You take forever and I’ve got to start smoking these samples and filling out paperwork.” It wasn’t complete bullshit. She worked for a multi-million dollar corporation that manufactured marijuana and marijuana paraphernalia. And she had the best job in the company: she was a tester.

She set her smoking joint in the ashtray and picked from the ground up piles, letting each paper overflow with green before compacting and rolling it up tight, deposited them in their container. It didn’t take long before it was full up. She was fast when it came to rolling, and she even made filters for them. Now all of her doobies were lined neatly in their carrying case; each one looking professionally rolled and ready to smoke. She picked up her joint for a celebratory puff while sitting back to prop her Converse clad feet on the table.

Luca scowled and she laughed so suddenly that she coughed, hard. Striking her chest with her fist, sshe held the joint away from herself and winced. “I rolled you one too!” She motioned to the weed stuffed paper on the coffee table. Another tiny cough escaped her lips. “Also, could you get me some water?”

“Dude, you know you can’t drive when you’re high.”

She already felt the telling tension on her brow and the magic tingle in her cheeks that lifted them into a loose, nostalgic smile. Oh man, yeah, she was high. “Whoa,” she giggled. “Mixing this stuff may have been a seriously bad idea.”

“Then put it down!” Luca stressed.

She rolled her eyes, took another hit and as she let it out, smoke pouring from her mouth dramatically.

“You’re ridiculous!” Luca said, incredulously.

“Toto… Hey, did you know that Glenda wasn’t actually a ‘good witch’.” She made quotations with her fingers. “She was actually kind of a bitch.” A giggle escaped her. “Yeah man, I’m gonna need to re-read that book.”

Her brother shook his head. “Where are the damn keys? I’m driving.”



499 Words (not including the prompt)

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