Volatile, July 29, 2022

This Show Case features four pieces submitted in response to our twenty-second Writing Prompt: Volatile. You can see responses to each prompt in the drop down menu for this page. Try an item. They are all delicious. We hope they stimulate your mind, spirit, and urge to write. Maybe they will motivate you to submit a piece for our next prompt, which you can find on the Show Case home page.

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Hugs ‘n Bugs

by Mimi Speike

This will be a picture book.

(Image: Sly and his mama)

Ma! Herkie won’t talk to me.”

“Don’t hound, I said. Ye got t’ tread light a good while. Not you, ye’ll rile him up anew. Typical, Chew.”

“Poor laddie shakes! The sounds he makes! Minus his pricks, he clicks an’ clicks. And spits. Gives me th’ razzberry. Razzies at me, his best buddy!”

“The poor wee mite, he’s ev’ry right, after what you done put him through. Take him his treats, his wig-gley eats. He’ll simmer down, an’ come aroun’.”

(Image: Sly speaks)

“Listen, you mugs.” Chicks wink and shrug. They’re smirking, squawking, gaily stalking any bug or worm or slug fails to evade note. None dismayed, Sly soldiers onward with aplomb.

“This bully-boy crap’s for the saps. And, dump the gear, hey? Disappear the zany chaps an’ feathered caps. Bitty blackguards! The whole farmyard’s in stitches, joking, nigh to choking, at yer mischief.” The chicks hiss.

“Well, tone it down at least, yer clownish Yo! Avast, me hardy! Blasted holy high, yer fool outcry. I retroverts, ye rascal squirts. I’m Sly, not Chew. Now, how’s ‘bout you?” 

“Begging yer pard’n, cap’n, sar. Did we so wrong? We went along. ‘Twas your provoke drove gentlefolk to heart-’n-soul out o’ control.” 

“Gentles, y’say! I hope n’ pray! Please, sirs, to doff – means, sirs, peel off – the garb. Them duds betoken bloods. Gentles, polite, do not affright, they nod, and coo good day to youHope you be well. Let me dispel your least unease. Try to appease, got it? I’m Hog. We dialogue. Who’s game? Yoo-hoo! You there. Yes, you!”

(A chick speaks.)

“Good day! Yer looking none so shook as was foretold us. Quite a scolding we had, too. That odd ado, it were meant well. That what befell ye last we met, we do regret. Ones normal mild-mannered fell wild. Not right o’ mind, we disinclined to heed yer plea to be left be.”

(Sly speaks.)

“Ye’ll none impress with that redress. Donate him snacks, you looniacs. Gather a sock-full, chock-a-block-full, if you please. Think on Herkie’s joy! Bagged up slugs an’ worms an’ bugs, insert the snout to grand pig-out. No finer gift to mend the rift or this spatch-cock1 eats the damn sock.”

He’s off. Sly goes in search of hose. The chicks confer, and they concur. “Huh! Ye wants worms? Trap yer own squirms. You scritch-scratch dirt. We should exert us for that riever?2 By yer leave, ladshe purrs – gross! – ‘n sidles – close! How m’ dears be? Lovely t’ see ye looking so … healthy. We’re, whoa! 

“Hard by’s our pap, raring t’ scrap with any basturd-slickjack-brass thinking to gobble down a squab. Herk Hog, he sneers an’ disappears. One day the goon will pounce, and soon.”

The chicks stand firm, bound and determined. “Nossir! Nay! Ye wants bugs? Hey! Scoop ’em up by yer-damn-self. Why would we assist? We be dismissed, apparently, from sea duty.”

(Sly speaks)

“Dismissed? But furloughed. Best bestir. Any would ship with me, equip m’ hosiery fat an’ juicy. More yer lip-flap, carry th’ cap’ll3 shut yer yap. Enough o’ that! Get to! Have at! Then we go sees, calmly, banshees,9 sees can we perk up Herk the Jerk.”


(Sly calls on Herk)


Go way!” 

Not what ye say. Ye say come in. Let’s us begin again. Knock-knock. I got a sock, filled up with, ah, just all kinda stuffs ye’ll relish. Um-um! Delish! Yer snigs4 an’ snails, no puppy tails, sorry. A snake, a spotted crake, latched onto him pure on a whim. I fig’erd a touch o’ gourmet would make ye smile, somewhat, somewhile.   

“Me an’ m’ hands, we understands, we be aware yer recent scare has laid ye low, we’re here to show ye our support with an assortment of goodies.” 

Herk starts to sneeze. 


Poor Herk! God bless, eh? Kids, it’s stress. The hedgie sneeze does not mean he’s ill, indisposed. He’s discomposed. 

A huff, a puff means, had enough! A pop, a click, he’s choleric. If he should pop, worse, pop nonstop, he’s nasty irked, you got your work cut out for you to coax him through full-blown aggressive surliness.5 

Poor Herk’s a mess, in deep distress, his horrid bare-skin disrepair resulting from two dozen dumb-ass chickadees rushing Herkie’s boxwood retreat, where they browbeat him with the vim-and-vigor glee we oldsters see as positively offensive, but very young, natural high-strung, take for their due. And so did you. And so did I, long time gone by. 

Seems like a dream almost, supremely confident, discouragement fleeting and, rarer yet, despair. There’s the first kiss, a genesis, a tasty crumb of things to come, good eats, your clan, jolly companions tried and true, the bluest blue of skies above–to fall in love.  

For these small few, it boils down to this: hugs and bugs. And hugs and slugs. 

No thanks the slugs, give him the snuggles, no contest, his Mum’s the best. Sly loves to be embraced. Sadly, Herk never got his share of what we all us crave. The hedgies, they’ve missed out, their pokes hindering stroking, cuddling, petting. Sure they fret. 

Disputative, the hedgies live their lives solo.6 Less than outgoing, very shy, hedgies defy, despise, resent, rarely consent to socialize. The one who tries to hoe that row, he’s flat nutso. 


Sly’s endlessly curious. He enjoys to take walks, and to make curious friends. He often spends the live-long night until first light a-tramp: Hoyt’s Hill down to the mill, around the pond and way beyond.

Oh, those summer evenings astir! Nocturnal beasties scurry, feasting off the seasonal bounty. Some opt to laze, to sit and gaze at, mystify at the night sky and, sometimes, bond with others fond of the same fun.

Thus did a stunning friendship form outside the norm, a friendship gone so very wrong.


  1. Spatch-cock: an immature male chicken. Used as an insult. (archaic)
  2. Riever: Scot dialect. One who goes on a plundering raid.
  3. Carrying the Capstan: A shipboard punishment involving the capstan. I’m not sure what it consisted of.
  4. Snig: Cumbrian dialect, a small eel.
  5. All this info true, pulled off one or another hedgehog website.
  6. Hedgehogs are generally solitary, pairing up only to mate.

Of Mice and Lions

by Boris Glikman

Every King of the Beasts harbours a horrible secret that is only revealed when he lies on his back and turns his head completely upside down. That is why you will never see him assume such a position either in the wild or in captivity. For what could destroy his pride and self-respect more thoroughly than someone noticing that inside every lion hides a mouse? The pressure of being forced to always hide this hideous truth makes male lions notoriously bad-tempered and quick to anger. As a way of over-compensating for this incorrigible defect in their nature, they roar constantly and act as aggressive bullies.

The Turmoil of the Waves

by Boris Glikman

If you look closely enough at the ocean, you will see that its every wave is made up of lost souls, unable to find a place for themselves either in this world or the next.  Exasperation with their fate and their unremitting resentment of both life and death are the true causes of the ocean’s fury and erratic, turbulent nature.

For the Future

by S.T. Ranscht

Image credit: S.T. Ranscht

22 responses to “Volatile, July 29, 2022”

  1. Boris Avatar

    Thank you for capturing the volatility and fixating it upon this page, Sue!

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    1. Sue Ranscht Avatar

      You are welcome, Boris! Thank you for your imaginative contributions.

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      1. Boris Avatar

        Thank you Sue. Both pieces were inspired by the accompanying images.

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  2. mimispeike Avatar

    Boris, Turmoil – lovely. What came first, the thought or the image?

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    1. Boris Avatar

      Thank you Mimi. As with most of my stories that are accompanied by images, it is the images that inspired the stories. In majority of these cases, I came across these images by chance on the net, and they just happened to inspire ideas that I then turned into stories or drafts of stories. Altogether, I have close to 600 such stories and drafts of stories that have been inspired by images that I chanced upon online. Having said that, there have also been collaborations in the other direction – various artists were inspired to create illustrations, after reading some of my stories and poems.

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      1. mimispeike Avatar

        I’ve seen the lion image before, or one very similar. Did you post this somewhere else?

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        1. Boris Avatar

          Mimi, this lion image is all over the net, so it is not surprising that you have seen it before, However, unless you have looked through my Facebook Albums, you wouldn’t have seen my story that accompanies it.

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  3. mimispeike Avatar

    Sue: Intriguing. I’m wondering why laughter tiptoeing around a mother’s heart would make her scream. But I’ve never been a mother.

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    1. Sue Ranscht Avatar

      The mother’s volatility leads to the screaming, which could be her reaction to something completely unrelated to her son. The child’s laughter tiptoes because he wants his mother’s love, but never knows what to expect from her. How might this affect his relationship with women in the future?

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      1. GD Deckard Avatar

        He’s gonna like screamers? 😉

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        1. Sue Ranscht Avatar

          You are a very funny man with an off-kilter sense of logic, lol.

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  4. mimispeike Avatar

    Good/bad news: I have one more piece (the very first verse in this series). Once again, it fits the next prompt to a T.

    The story continues, but the sixth segment is but half written. It won’t be viewable any time soon. It takes me a lot of time to wrestle my rhymes into shape. I may have it ready six months from now. I don’t hope for sooner.

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  5. GD Deckard Avatar

    Your stories are always whole worlds, Mimi. And wonder-full to visit.

    Excellent work fitting “The Turmoil of the Waves” and “Of Mice and Lions” into a flash fiction theme, Boris. But so much packed so well makes me wonder if you won’t use these themes in larger works. Either would suffuse a novel and make it memorable.

    I like the Zen in “For the Future,” Sue. Because the meanings are not in layers but in ever widening views.

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    1. Boris Avatar

      Thank you GD. I don’t have the patience nor the interest in writing a novel. I have never written one nor plan to ever write one. I concentrate on shorter forms of writing, striving to fit as much meaning and depth as is possible into a minimum number of words. However, if you like, you are welcome to write novels based upon these 2 micro-fiction stories, just as long as I get the credit for providing the inspiration.

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    2. Mellow Curmudgeon Avatar

      Yes, there is a lot to riff on in Boris’ flash fiction.  For example, there is a rare subspecies of lion with males that are mellow about mice.  Alas, *Panthera leo aesopi* is critically endangered.

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      1. Boris Avatar

        Oh yes, the lion from Aesop’s “The Lion and the Mouse”. I actually have written a fable myself that involves a lion and a caterpillar. Perhaps I will submit it to the show case one day, if it fits one of the prompts. .

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    3. Sue Ranscht Avatar

      Thank you, GD. I appreciate your subtle observation. I feel understood.

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  6. mimispeike Avatar

    Off topic, but I’m so excited I have to tell you. With six episodes of this story, each episode coming in at 1500+ words, I have a real challenge not to overuse words.

    I have just found a site with Scottish vocabulary, A to Z, each page with – roughly, by eye – two to two hundred fifty fabulous words. Many are easily deciphered. Forgot – forgoat.

    Sly was born and raised on the Scot border in Cumbria, England. I can get away with using Scot terms. And many of them are so much fun! Bahookie: rear end.

    I’ve looked and looked for a site with Scottish vocabulary, and never found one that offered more than maybe a hundred words total. This site must have five-six thousand!

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    1. GD Deckard Avatar

      Y’gotta love the Internet. Can you imagine, writing without it?

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  7. Sue Ranscht Avatar

    Mimi, your stories demand attention to vocabulary and detail from the period, Consequently, your footnotes are not just interesting, but essential.

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  8. mimispeike Avatar

    Sue, when I publish, I am going to promote my book:

    You had to wait a century for The Annotated Alice in Wonderland. You have The Annotated … Cumbrian Lad, Rogue Decamps, etc … on the spot.

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