POTATO MOON, Part 53: “Date at the Door” by Elliot Campos

potato_moon“Hi there,” greeted the smartly-dressed young man.

Woeisme scrunched her eyebrows in confusion and glanced at her parents. Bela had a warm smile on her face, while Edwood’s stoic expression seemed to signify a quiet annoyance. Something and Jakob were on the verge of tears for slightly different reasons.

Woeisme turned back to her escort. She nervously looked at her feet as her lips let slip a soft, nearly inaudible greeting: “Hi.”

My name’s Fig,” identified the young man. He grinned, displaying the considerable charm that all Mary Sue characters are intended to possess.

POTATO MOON, Part 52 by Elizabeth Graham

potato_moonNote From PAD:  I have to say, considering the challenge thrown down to Elizabeth, I think she responded brilliantly. I think the two most recent chapters have raised the bar, folks.

“You are the very models of performing mediocrities.
I’d summon executioners to poison you like Socrates
But wouldn’t waste the hemlock on such talentless nonentities:
I leave you to the vengeance of the musical Eumenides.
I’ve never sat through anything that was quite such a droning bore.
You couldn’t find the key if it was sticking in your own inn door,
Your phrasing and your pitch are so ear-twistingly inaccurate
If you were my apprentices, I’d give you all the sack, you rats.