By Beth Carter
Edgar perched atop a barren branch, scouting the open field. His siblings, Lenore and Poe, had long flown the nest in search of tasty carrion.
Trying to wrinkle his beak in disgust, Edgar couldn’t bear to think about that maggot-infested decaying flesh. Lenore and Poe called him a food snob. So be it. Carrion is overrated and Edgar has a sweet tooth.
Spotting a fluffy marshmallow on a graham cracker covered with gooey chocolate, Edgar got excited and flapped his wings. Dipping down, he chomped the sweet confection whole. Immediately, he gagged, choked, and fell over dead. No more marshmallows. Nevermore.
I love the names you picked, Beth. The marshmallows may have plugged Edgar up. He sound about as whiny about food as my two. Thanks for visiting mine. Hope to see you at OWL next month.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Russell. At first, I named Edgar "Raven" but changed it. Yes, he's a bit finicky which got him in the end.ReplyDelete
I plan to be at OWL in August. See you then. Thanks for commenting!
I love Poe and this was very witty and I loved it.ReplyDelete
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Thank you. Poe was brilliant. My sister placed at State for reading The Raven in sixth grade. I heard her rehearse it many times. :) Off to read yours.Delete
Haahahaa! Loved a bird with a sweet tooth! I also loved the names you came up with for the birds. Nicely done. :)ReplyDelete
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Welcome back Beth..ReplyDelete
6-word memoir: One sweet SMORE. Eat no more.
I'm #14 on the list.
Thanks, Lora. Love, love love your six-word memoir! I'll head to yours now.Delete
That's what I call fast-finishing food.ReplyDelete
"Quoth the Raven nevermore."
LOL, fun and appropriate tribute. I'm sure Poe's enjoying a good chuckle. Spectacular job!ReplyDelete
It's now been confirmed--sugar is the devil. :-) Very a-poe-riate. (Sorry, I just couldn't help myself.) Very enjoyable. I have to admit that the marshmallow sounds better to me, too, but then I'm not a raven/crow/buzzard!ReplyDelete
Ha! Clever--a-poe-priate. Love it! Thanks for stopping by!Delete
LOL! Great creativity.ReplyDelete
Oh, hell. Poor Edgar. It's as if the rat in Ratatouille choked to death on some fine French cheese in the last scene of the movie.ReplyDelete
I appreciated the vulture snobbery and the outrageous humor of this one. Well done!
Wow. Thanks, everyone. I'll go check your stories tomorrow (just got home). I'm so happy you liked this. You're right--poor Edgar's demise was that sweet tooth. It's always something...ReplyDelete
Short, sweet and deadly. Well done.ReplyDelete
Let this be a lesson to the picky eater and to the sugar addict. Cute story. Welcome back.ReplyDelete
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Death by dessert? Poor Edgar. (But very funny.) Nevermore shall I look at a s'more the same again. :)ReplyDelete
Oh no, I feel terrible for laughing! But I couldn't help it. Was the marshmallow baited for coyote or coons, or was it just that he couldn't handle such confections?ReplyDelete
Poisoned smores? Who could resist that? Nice reversal of fortune in your story. Always glad to see you here.
I'm still laughing. An impressive 'tongue in cheek' piece that will stick with me for this week.ReplyDelete
I am having a lot of problems posting so I won't respond to each one above. But I LOVED and appreciated all of your fun comments. Thank you. I'm glad you liked this story.ReplyDelete
The s'more wasn't poisonous. It killed him because he ate it whole and got choked. I was going to write about some Boy Scouts leaving it behind in the woods but the 100-word limit got me.
I've written down your site names and will be checking yours soon (if my computer will let me).