STRIKE

Since it’s Christmas, I’ve decided to publish a story I wrote last year about this time. I didn’t reblog it as I didn’t want to erase some of the introduction I wrote at that time, so I’ve just retyped it. Enjoy, Happy Holidays, and a great New Year 2016 to all of you.

STRIKE By P.S. Joshi

All was not well at Santa’s workshop high in the town of Mountainous. Most people think the workshop and village sit right at the North Pole, but that’s a myth. For security reasons, it’s high in the mountains of Alaska and well-fortified.

The elves had done something strange, they’d gone on strike. This was a new breed of elves, different from their forefathers. They demanded more than minimum wage. They also wanted free food service, shorter hours, and longer breaks. Housing and free education for their children weren’t enough anymore.

The head elf said, “We dedicate our lives to serving Santa. It’s only fair we have our demands met.”

They used an elf gorilla tactic.  It was called,  “Waiting until December”.

Santa lost his temper for the first time in over two hundred years. It did no good. The elves stood firm.

Their lawyer said, “We’ll take it to the Supreme Court. It’ll make the TV news, and there’ll be a scandal.”

Mrs. Claus was worried. Santa was losing weight. It would spoil his public image. She hadn’t heard a “Ho, ho” in days. She convinced him to sit down at the negotiating table.

Santa finally gave in to the terms and all was settled.

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A DANGEROUS ASSIGNMENT

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Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my weekly contribution to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt. Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box, after clicking on the link, to read the other stories.

The link for all the other stories is as follows:

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/05/18/mondays-finish-the-story-may-18th-2015/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 3+11+150=164 Words

A DANGEROUS ASSIGNMENT by P.S. Joshi

The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out.

The Commanding Officer on board the sub was Commander Oliver J. Periwinkle. His years of service showed in the lines on his face. This assignment would add more.

“Skipper,” said his Executive Officer, Chief Bradley Blankton. “This’ll be a dangerous venture.”

“Yes,” said the Skipper. “I’m afraid we’ll meet with trouble. The President’s sent us since this ‘is’ the finest crew in the Navy.”

“Sir,” said the Chief, “Did you say that an enemy sub had been spotted off the coast of Alaska? Has it been identified?”

“Not yet,” said the Skipper. “That’ll be our job. We better be accurate as we don’t want to blow up the thing before we find out where it’s come from.”

“Ollie Periwinkle, are you daydreaming again?”

His aunt’s voice blasted at him, and he jumped straight up.

He grabbed a stubborn pea pod and attacked each seam vigorously. Peas rained down.

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STRIKE

 

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This is my contribution to Sunday Photo Fiction for December 21, 2014. Every Sunday a new picture prompt is given. The weekly challenge is to write an original story with no more than  200 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week.

The link for all other stories is as follows:

http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2014/12/21/sunday-photo-fiction-december-21st-2014/

Genre:  Humor Fiction

Word Count:  200 Words

STRIKE By P.S.  Joshi

All was not well at Santa’s workshop high in the town of Mountainous. Most people think the workshop and village sit right at the North Pole, but that’s a myth. For security reasons, it’s high in the mountains of Alaska and well-fortified.

The elves had done something strange; they’d gone on strike. These were a new breed of elf, different from their forefathers. They demanded more than minimum wage. They also wanted free food service, shorter hours, and longer breaks. Housing and free education for their children weren’t enough anymore.

Head elf said, “We dedicate our lives to serving Santa. It’s only fair we have our demands met.” They’d used an elf gorilla tactic and waited until December.

Santa lost his temper for the first time in over two hundred years. It did no good. The elves stood firm. Their lawyer said, “We’ll take it to the Supreme Court. It will make the TV news, and there’ll be a scandal.”

Mrs. Claus was worried. Santa was losing weight. It would spoil his public image. She hadn’t heard a “Ho, ho” in days. She convinced him to sit down at the negotiating table.

Santa finally gave in to the terms.

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