Friday Fiction: Nag Nag Nag

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copyright -Managua Gunn

copyright -Managua Gunn

Nag Nag Nag

Helga was dying for a piss. With hours remaining before her shift ended, she desperately tried to appease her nagging bladder.

‘I told you not to have that second cup of tea,’ it said.

Helga sighed, ‘Thanks, Bladder, but that’s not helpful.’

‘Just saying,’ said Bladder. ‘If you’d listened to me in the first place…’

‘Are you sure you’re in the right line of work?’ Helga asked. ‘Only maybe you’d be better suited to working ‘next door’… because you’re being a right arse!’

That shut Bladder up.

Helga relished the silence.

‘How long till dinner?’ grumbled Stomach. ‘I’m bloody starving!’

(100 words)

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For those who don’t know, Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and anyone can play. Thanks for hosting, Rochelle! Check out the link below to see what other fictioneers did with this week’s prompt.

This week’s photo is courtesy of Managua Gunn.

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44 thoughts on “Friday Fiction: Nag Nag Nag

  1. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀 😀 😀

    It took me a good MINUTE to recover from the wheezing laughter to read the SECOND sentence! Straight to the point and truthful. Way to go! Good thing Stomach hadn’t eaten a spicy burrito … then Helga’d have had some REAL problems! X[

    What is it with you and Sandra? Vying to see how many WTF Literary Moments you girls can give me? Huh????
    You may have earned another video … ! 😀

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  2. 🙂 Good stuff. Your first sentence was my very first thought on seeing the prompt but I decided I couldn’t take it anywhere. You clearly did! Well done. Loved it.

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  3. Reminds me of this poem my old man had framed up in the garage by his workbench about how/why the asshole was the leader of the body.

    Thanks for sharing.

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  4. i would someday like to dissect your brain and see how exactly you come up with this creative, hilarious ideas ! 😉 😛
    I wanted to write something funny but it was s struggle and so finally i went for a bit of tragic .. well done 🙂

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  5. LOLOLOL. My favourite line was about being sent ‘next door’. I shall, from now on, use it as a euphemism. You really are very weird aren’t you? (That’s a compliment). Thanks for the laughter and for being so good at thinking outside the box (no, that’s not a euphemism. Although….

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  6. Fantastic. Very funny. Really enjoyed this. I can imagine this conversation going on and on, once the tingling starts in her fingertips, the migraine kicks in, the muscles start screaming… This is a great and fun take on the prompt.

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