I was in the bizarre, purse-suing a wonton woman who had short-changed me in a steamy incident. Unbeknownst to me, she had hired rouge barbarian called Scarlett to attack me. Next thing I was in dyer straights defending myself. Staggering back, I drew my curious, and then tripped over a charcoal brassiere they where cooking kebabs on. The tent court fire and we were all faucet to beet a retreat. Scarlett fled with the wonton woman. I decided to follow them to their liar in the dessert
Mounting my trusty stead, I galloped after them into the dessert, riding across the waist, a trifle afraid that my resolve would turn to jelly. In the heat, my cloths where wet with sweat so I stopped to ring them out. I was negligee about my paw stead, and he began to tyre. And then the weather turned and it started to hale. We took shelter in a cave to get out of the whet. It turned out to be full of gobblings. The gobblings chaste us.
They enveloped us with shear numbers and I was fauced to propose marriage to the gobbling princess. But on our wedding knight, when I saw her, I laughed and she left in fit of peek. I had to flea before the gobbling rage, as awl was now disc-covered, and the wether had improved in the dessert.
In the dessert I came upon the Scarlett rouge’s liar. It had towering walls that would take an eagle to sore over. I determined to breech the walls, and found a burro to crawl threw. Once inside I found them drinking ail as if they had something to celibate.
I took a gambol and challenged Scarlett to a dual for a steak in her treasure. She hued at my arm and cut into my humorous but my steal took her in the hart and she dyed. I had one a fortune.
The wonton woman gushed croquetteishly: “My Hero. I am a princess, I can pea threw seven mattresses, with all her boullion we can go and live on my enchanted aisle.
Mad Genius Club 
10 responses to “Phann-fic for the editors out there.”
Dear lord, man! *goes to wash brain out*
Chuckle. Every editor’s nightmare – and we’ve all come across most of them. This is show not tell. Besides all of us have maid a phew, ourselves….
Dude, put the hookah down. You’ve had more than enough.
Hmph. You have no appreciation of litter-rechewer!
So, was that worth all the effort you put into it? (A steamy episode worth a wonton woman? The dessert turning your resolve to jelly (in a trifle, no less!) oy!)
Well, there is room for dessert 🙂 To be awfully honest I started to show in a hopefully memorable way, some fantasy common tropes and word misuses – and then began to enjoy torte-uring the prose to see what else I could get into it, meanings to make me laugh. Sometimes we should play with our words and remember this also fun.
Someday, AI will improve enough to turn this into a 1930s style wacky cartoon. Or maybe direct brain interface will render it straight out of our minds?
Owww! That hurt . . . and some of them I have committed . . .
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Dave. That made my head hurt!!! o.O