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The Old Tyrant yells "Load the carriage faster! I need to escape before-"

Shouting! Beyond the gate!
A mob from the city, surrounding his castle.

"Guards! Protect me!" he yells.

The guards run out through the gate to meet the crowd.

And then, they rush back, closing the gate and blocking it.

From the outside.

"They won't let you leave," said his assistant. "They want you to stay on as ruler."

"But I'm tired of running this country!" the Tyrant whined. "Don't they want democracy? Freedom?"

"No. They want prosperity. Stability. You provide that."

The exhausted tyrant wept and screamed.

Tyrant

I was walking to the pool when my mother yelled "You just ate, so don't go swimming."

Oh. Right.

Don't swim within half an hour of eating or you'll get cramps.

So, instead of swimming, I ran around the pool.

"No running around the pool!" my mother yelled.

So, I stopped running around the pool.

Instead, I ran around the house with scissors.

"Are you crazy?" my mother shouted. "Never run around the house with scissors!"

So I went outside and ran around the pool with scissors for thirty minutes.

And dove into the shallow end, scissors firmly in hand.

The Pool

A woman shouts "SAVE MY BABY!" and she points to a bakery.

I run into the bakery and see a drooling and gibbering chef wrapping a baby into a pie crust.

"Stop!" I growl, grabbing the baby from the chef. "That's just wrong. And barbaric"

I pull out my smartphone and showed the chef how you're supposed to cook a baby.

"You can't just stick it in the oven," I say. "Cut it up into sections."

He smiled, got out his butcher's knife, and I shut the door to the bakery.

How can the man work with all that screaming?

Save My Baby