Submitted by Cody_Fox23 t3_10oceiz in WritingPrompts

#Welcome back to Smash ‘Em Up Sunday!




On Sunday morning at 9:30 AM Eastern in our Discord server’s voice chat, come hang out and listen to the stories that have been submitted be read. I’d love to have you there! You can be a reader and/or a listener. Plus if you wrote we can offer crit in-chat if you like!


##Last Week


####Community Choice


  1. /u/gdbessemer - “Low Tide in Fel-Worth: Part 4” - In the aftermath of a shooting a vet is asked to fix up a satyr

  2. /u/rainbow--penguin - “Guardian of the Realm” - Miss Tiddles will not tolerate invaders.

  3. /u/throwthisoneintrash - “Noir Detective Convention” - Tropey and meta, a convention of detectives must solve a murder.


####Cody’s Choices



##This Week’s Challenge


The first Mad Libs of 2023 is upon us! It is a fifth Sunday and that means a random spattering of constraints are raining down upon the feature. I’ve put some in a bucket with no regard to theme or cohesion. Just pure random insanity! Installment XIII is here and I’ve collected constraints from some of our Discord server’s participants because I totally didn’t forget it was a fifth week until yesterday. Nope. I’m super organized and on top of things! But for real, check out the Discord, I love seeing new faces, especially SEUSers! We have quite the nice spread this month. Do you want to check out previous installments? Here you go!

Previous Mad Libs:

Mad Libs I
Mad Libs II
Mad Libs III
Mad Libs IV
Mad Libs V
Mad Libs VI
Mad Libs VII
Mad Libs VIII
Mad Libs IX
Mad Libs X
Mad Libs XI
Mad Libs XII


###How to Contribute:


Write a story or poem, no more than 800 words in the comments using at least two things from the three categories below. The more you use, the more points you get. Because yes! There are points! You have until 11:59 PM EDT 04 February 2023 to submit a response.

After you are done writing please be sure to take some time to read through the stories before the next SEUS is posted and tell me which stories you liked the best. You can give me just a number one, or a top 5 and I’ll enter them in with appropriate weighting. Feel free to DM me on Reddit or Discord!


Category Points
Word List 1 Point
Sentence Block 2 Points
Defining Features 3 Points


####Word List

  • Expect (/u/atcroft)

  • Bullet (/u/Scoping-Landscape)

  • impetuous (/u/oracleofaal)

  • caoutchouc (/u/DmonRth) n. An unvulcanized natural rubber


####Sentence Block

  • The wind cried again today (/u/wandering_cirrus)

  • I've never seen an accordion abused this badly before. (/u/gdbessemer)


####Defining Features

  • Use alliteration twice and each time must be at least three words alliterated. (/u/throwthisoneintrash)

  • Negative character development. A character ends the story at a worse place than they began it (/u/rainbow--penguin)


##What’s happening at /r/WritingPrompts?


  • Nominate your favourite WP authors or commenters for Spotlight and Hall of Fame! We count on your nominations to make our selections.

  • Come hang out at The Writing Prompts Discord! I apologize in advance if I kinda fanboy when you join. I love my SEUS participants <3 Heck you might influence a future month’s choices!

  • Want to help the community run smoothly? Try applying for a mod position. We offer free protection from immortal invulnerable snails!


###I hope to see you all again next week!



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Helicopterdrifter t1_j6eho26 wrote

Ok, here's my Geese impression:

It’s said that the bullet that gets you is the one you least expect. The bird was in his grasp when an Acme anvil struck him from above. His head then yo-yoed away from his feet in defeat, as the bird called, “meep-meep,” from up the street.

I’ve never seen an accordion abused this badly before. Like caoutchouc in blood’s place, ink traced down his face as he gazed in his prey’s direction.

Like Charlie Brown’s rain cloud without the cloud, the wind cried on him again today. But his plot armor deflected despair, so his impetuous chase began anew.

WC: 100

Did I succeed? :D


BeesWithUdders t1_j6e7vuk wrote

Rubber Wood Woes

Treading lightly through the copse of rubber trees, Marcus threaded his way towards the source of the sound.

He wasn’t quite sure what to expect. This was a sound unfamiliar and alien to him. A piercing whine and wheeze carried by a light breeze was all he could hear.

He was sure it wasn’t a bird. Not a single pleasant note could be found buried within the strangled layers of this raucous disturbance. It sounded like a dying animal caught in rusted old machinery. There were no machines out here in the wood. No logging or anything in this region. All the trees were devoted to the collection of sap, felling one would be bad cause for business. The most technological thing Marcus had about his person was his sap tap, and that was made of wood.

He tried to piece together some sort of melody but it was to no avail. There was absolutely no pattern to this sound at all.

Whatever this sound was, as Marcus drew closer to the source, he found himself becoming more irate with each step. Pounding and beating his skull into submission, the noise was relentless. Finding the source of and shutting up that cruel confounded cacophony would not come soon enough.

Marcus soon parted the dense thicket to reveal a well-lite grove of immature rubber trees and sat at its centre was the source of the terrible din.

Sat atop a stout stump was a man, his back to Marcus, and in his hands the oldest and most ravaged looking instrument Marcus had ever seen. How that accordion was still making noise was beyond him. Patches of old leather crisscrossed the bellows with varying perforations and tears at the seams, distorting the sound so horrendously that Marcus dropped his bucket of sap and covered his ears with his hands. Bony fingers hammered the keys with such force the ivory threatened to splinter.

I’ve never seen an accordion abused this badly before.

The thought swirled in Marcus’ head, vying for dominion over the torturous wailings but, like any other thought within earshot of this deranged musician, was immediately forced out and drowned by the horrendous sound.

The musician was also singing in a language Marcus could not understand. His head bobbed in rhythm to a beat undecipherable in the notes from the accordion and the tune of his words was so out of synch with the music that at least three different compositions were being played at once. No wonder the sound was so appalling.

Getting the man to stop by shouting proved a fruitless labour for the racket was so loud. Marcus would have to get closer. He tried to step into the clearing, but the sound was so strong he physically recoiled back behind the treeline.

What to do?

He looked around for a rock to maybe throw at the musician, get his attention that way, but while scanning the forest floor, Marcus’ gaze fell upon his bucket. In a bold move, Marcus balled up some lint he found in his pockets, doused it in the sticky raw caoutchouc, and placed them into his ears.

An unpleasant sensation to be sure but it provided some relief. With that, Marcus stepped through the treeline and approached the musician but barely made it 10 feet into the clearing before the sound stopped.

Stunned, Marcus also came to an abrupt halt. Then the musician turned to face Marcus, cold beady eyes peered over the rim of ancient spectacles. His old crusty lips mouthed something that looked like the wind cried again today or something equally absurd.

“What?” Marcus replied as he mistakenly removed the makeshift earplugs. He was immediately hit with an impetuous cascade of jibes and insults fired from the musician’s mouth. Each hit home, striking Marcus with the force of a bullet, almost knocking him backwards.

Blood boiling, dazzled, and in pain, Marcus knew not what to do and could think of nothing more than shutting this old fool up.

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Marcus cried as he charged the old musician.

The two bodies collided with such tremendous force that they both spiralled over the stump.

All sound had ceased.

Panting, Marcus rose to see the musician beneath him. He was met with the same cold stare but this time it was different. The black beady eyes had glazed over. Marcus sat back against the stump in shock and disbelief.

Before him lay the battered broken bones of the musician, their breathing as wheezy as that of the accordion whose splintered remnants perforated the dying man’s lungs. It was an accident. Marcus didn’t mean for this to happen. All he wanted was peace and quiet, something he will never get again, not after taking a life.


AstroRide t1_j6eisb6 wrote

##The Accordion's Corpse

Tyler lies on the ground with a bullet in his chest. His blood leaks onto the carpet. A few feet away from him, an accordion lies broken on the ground. Two inspectors stand over it.

“I’ve never seen an accordion abused this badly before,” Detective O’Bryan says.

“It’s truly a tragedy. How can someone do this to such a beautiful thing? Music makes magnificent melodies. Those melodies brighten people’s lives,” Detective Kozak replies.

“Excuse me. Could one of you call the ambulance?” Tyler lifts his head up.

“We’ll get to you in a second, sir,” Detective O’Bryan says.

“I think I might be able to make it,” Tyler replies.

“Can’t you see we’re in the middle of an investigation. Please give us a moment,” Detective Kozak says.

“Oh my god, I came as soon as I heard.” Mary enters the apartment.

“Mary, it’s so nice to see you,” Tyler says. Mary walks to the officers and steps on Tyler’s chest. “Damnit.”

“Who could’ve done such a thing?” Mary stands over the accordion.

“We don’t know. Cruel criminals create cheerful chaos. I expect whoever did this was a monster,” Detective Kozak says.

“I know who did it. It was Bob from downstairs,” Tyler says.

“Sir, this is a crime scene. Please be quiet,” Detective O’Bryan says.

“Really honey, you must stop being so impetuous,” Mary says.

“Should we bring it to the lab for testing?” Detective Kuzak asks.

“I don’t know. Movement might destroy it further,” Detective O’Bryan says.

“It was made in France in 1920 from caoutchouc. Truly a loss for the world,” Mary says.

“Wow, you’re a lucky woman for being in the presence of such an artifact,” Detective Kuzak says.

“I was the one who bought it.” Tyler yells and begins to choke as blood fills his mouth.

“Be quiet. Stop being so needy.” Detective Kuzak screams and slams his fist on the accordion, breaking it further. Detective Kuzak gasps when he realizes what he has done. “Oh no.” He crouches on the flood and holds up the remains.

“Nooooo.” Mary breaks down in tears.

“The wind cried again today as heaven lost an angel,” Detective O’Bryan says.

“I’m a monster.” Detective Kuzak’s hands shake.

“Screw every single one of you.” Tyler spits out blood for the last time as he dies on the floor. Detective O’Bryan, Detective Kuzak, and Mary all look at his corpse for several seconds before shrugging and continuing to weep over the destroyed accordion.



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