33/100 Days of Creativity: The Garden Party

Charles had spent months meticulously researching the proper protocols and now he was finally going to met Him. His weekend getaway at Number 29 would make his dream a reality.

He entered the coordinates and felt a tingling sensation as the interior of Number 29 slowly changed to the scene of a large garden party. Everyone turned to stare at him. Something was wrong. This wasn’t Via del Pellegrino.

Charles heard someone yell “frisby on the wreake” and a naked man appeared beside him. Charles began to panic. Something was horribly wrong.

“Sir, I think your time travel machine has an outdated 1970s GPS. The Vatican is 100km that way.”


For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.

Today’s word:
frisby on the wreake interj.
Warning cry in a nudist colony.

Tomorrow’s word:
balmaha adv.
With hands on hips and feet wide apart; the stance of city dwellers appreciating the view at weekends.