SoCS — Word Choice

For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has challenged us to respond using the word “chip.”


I swear to you this is true. A kid I met at the beginning of seventh grade at school was named Chip Wood. Well, his name was actually Charles Wood, but he told everyone to call him “Chip.” But I didn’t. I referred to him as “Axe.”

One day he called me aside and asked me why I called him “Axe.” In answer to his question, I asked one of my own. I asked him, “What is something you can do with an axe?”

He gave me a strange look and then said, “I don’t know. What is something you can do with an axe?”

I was somewhat taken aback because I was sure he knew the answer and that he must have heard it a million times. But it seemed he was being genuine with his question, so I simply said, “Chip wood.”

Then he shocked me when he responded by saying, “What?”

I thought maybe he didn’t hear me, so I repeated my answer. “Chip wood.”

Then he said, “Why do you keep saying my name instead of answering the question?”

“Because,” I said, “your name, Chip Wood, is something you can do with an axe. You can chip wood with an Axe.”

“No,” he said. “You don’t chip wood with an axe, you chop wood with an axe. So I would appreciate it if you would quit calling me Axe.”

“Okay, fine,” I said. “I will no longer refer to you as Axe.”

From that day forward I called him, “Chop.”

Needless to say, Chop and I were not the best of friends in junior high school.


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Friday Fictioneers — False Advertising

“I’m hungry,” Alan’s son Davey whined.

“I have to pee,” his daughter Deena moaned.

“Alan, we’ve been driving for three hours,” his wife, Marjorie said. “I could use a bathroom break and some food.”

“I just passed a road signpost that said a restaurant and tavern is one mile ahead,” Alan said.

“Shit,” Alan said when they got to the restaurant. He turned the car around and sped in the direction they had just come from. Stopping the car at the restaurant’s signpost, he took an axe out of the car’s trunk and started chopping down the signpost, screaming, “False advertising.”

(100 words)


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.

Forty Whacks

“That damn pink magnolia tree has got to go,” Robert insisted. “I hate the mess it makes all over my lawn. It makes my beautiful green grass look like it has a pink stain all over it.”

“Oh stop being such an ornery old fool,” Lizzy said. “With all of the crap going on in the universe, you’re grousing about magnolia blossoms littering your lawn? How shallow can one man be?”

“Old fool, huh?” Robert said, an indignant tone in his voice. “I’m going down to the Fellowship Lodge to get drunk with my lodge bros, where they appreciate my shallow grousing.”

“Yet another milestone on your long list of beer drinking belt notches, eh,?” Lizzy said.

“Yeah, and right after I hit that milestone,” Robert said, “I’m going grab my axe and chop down that damn magnolia tree.”

“Oh yeah” Lizzy said. “Well I swear on my name, Lizzy Borden, that before you can do that, I’m going to pick up that axe and give you forty whacks.”


Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (magnolia), The Daily Spur (stain), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (ornery), Ragtag Daily Prompt (universe), E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (fellowship), and My Vivid Blog (milestone).