HUNDO EXPANSION | SUBMISSION | CRAVING | FOXES | MASTICATION | CRIMSON | SHRAPNEL | FLAME | SURRENDER | RESTRAIN | PASSION | ANGUISH | KETCHUP | MIDNIGHT | HONEY | ERUPTION | FLICKER | TULIP | COLLABORATION | CURVES
A Great Submission — Part 17: WTF?
“Did we have to give Zatanna another turn? Look what she did!”
In case you’re lost as to what’s going on, here’s the place to catch up:
Zapology: I’m sorry… I Expanded by 389 words. But since I used 19 Hundo words, it comes out to 20.473684210526316 words per Hundo word, so it’s okay, right?
“OFFICERS! LOCK THIS PLACE DOWN!”
Seeing the crimson red puddle, Jaya turns to run.
“RESTRAIN THIS ONE! NOBODY LEAVES!”
Eruptions of the Detective’s passion continues…
“CALL EVERYONE TO THE BALL ROOM, HONEY!”
The female Officer replies, “Stop calling me honey, or I’m contacting HR.”
While refusing to surrender, Jaya replies, “It’s not a ball room.”
“Then tell me… why is there a pair of balls in the blood?”
With a look of pure anguish, like shrapnel just hit her, Jaya turns white…
The Detective apologizes,
“I’m sorry, that’s a joke! Those are only tulip tops. I just Saw a collaboration of comedians at the Midnight Club. Had a craving to be funny.”
Flickering flames of the candles, accent the Maid’s features, as she cleans up blood soaked pieces of a broken vase. Others called to the “Ball Room”, finally enter…
Anita and Helen, her secretary enters a second before the Butler, Jameson Jeeves, none of whom are paying any attention to the room.
Jeeves is carrying a food delivery bag, asking, “Who ordered the Monte Cristo and side salad with raspberry preserves? It really pisses off Chef Pierre when someone orders out.”
A single hand slowly and cautiously rises. Bringing them the bag, the Butler warns, “Last time this happened, Pierre said, and I quote: ‘Lo giuro, ucciderò il prossimo stronzo che ordinerà di uscire!’. He was not, happy.”
“I’m… sorry…”
“Speaking of being sorry. If I ever find the wise-cracker who keeps sliding cards with random: ‘ask Jeeves’ questions under my door… you… mark my words. You’re going to be sorry! I don’t know a God damn thing about geoducks!”
Dabney stumbles out of a closet, with the Maid’s white panties over his head. Stuttering, “What the hell happened?”
Brody, calmly walks in from the kitchen. Seeing the collection of silk covered, vivacious curves, he asks, “What’s up foxes?”
He is holding a shiny metal bar, roughly 9 to 10 inches in length. It is covered with blood that is dripping as he walks. The Detective and two other officers aim their guns!
“DROP THE WEAPON! NOW!”
“Whoa! Calm down… oh, it’s dripping. I’m real sorry.” Putting the bar into his mouth, his mastication of the ketchup sounds disgusting.”
The Detective’s keen eye kicks in,
“That’s the missing ‘G’-key from the Queen’s Royal Glockenspiel!”
Daaa! Daaa! Daaa!
A cute little dachshund with a pink collar and bow, scurries in and starts licking the edge of the blood puddle. There’s an food delivery receipt stuck to his back paw…
“DON’T ANY OF YOU READ? THE INVITE CLEARLY STATES: NO DOGS!”
Thanks to Skylar Quinn, Sunny A Morgan & Crush Publications for the Crush Hundo Expansion concept. Having a blast working with Liz Edon, Steve, Vivienne Hawthorn, Suzy Vella, Harlot O Scara, Agent Ranch Hand (Ranch), JA Martin, F. Leonora Solomon, Maia Woodhouse, and I’m sure anyone else who decides to jump in and “Expand With Us”.
Medium pays Authors for “Engagement”. Beyond 📙 Reading, Each of these Helps 🤗 More: 👏 Claps — 📝 Comments — 🔊 Listening vs. Reading
Interesting Fact: Author’s receive more if you’re Following🚶🚶🏻♀️🚶🏻Them. Please Follow Them. Trust Me, it’s not Creepy… It’s what we Love 😍
“Thank You for Spending your Precious Time in my World”, Z
Subscribe to My Mind! Never miss My Naughty Thoughts!
Final Zuestions: Whose blood is it? — Who killed who? — Who keeps ordering out? — Who is the wise-cracker? — What happened in the dungeon? — Why would anyone, in their right mind, put raspberry preserves on a side salad? Honestly… I haven’t a fucking clue to any of this. Not my problem… my job was to write part 17. Good Luck, Ranchy! 😏