Jenne, our genial host at The Unicorn Challenge,
has offered up the photo below as our inspiration
to write a story of no more than 250 words.
This is my 250-word response to that challenge.

There was once a land so very far away from every other land that it was almost completely forgotten by all the inhabitants of the world.
And on that land there were trees and bushes and plants of every type imaginable. Each tree, plant and bush bore the most incredible edibles … luscious fruits of every variety known and unknown to man. There were at least 10,000 kinds of grapes, 8,000 sorts of apples, 3,000 types of pears, 2,000 varieties of peaches, 1,000 kinds of bananas, 400 types of berries, 400 varieties of oranges, etc. There were many sorts of vegetables that grew underground as well as on trees. There were streams, lakes and rivers with crystal clear water abundant with fish.
And on that very far away land lived a cyclops … giant, of course, as all cyclopes are. He was left there years ago by his parents who knew he would never survive life in the city, a life of ridicule and torment and loneliness. They also knew they would never be able to show him any kind of love or affection; indeed, his mother was repulsed by the feel of his rough skin, and unable to look into his one large, blood red eye.
But the cyclops was not forgotten. Every birthday his parents would travel thousands of miles to bring him candy. He would greedily eat the candy and they would leave. Until the last visit when he ate the candy and for dessert, his parents.
NAR©2024
250 Words

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Lol Nance this was a brilliantly crafted tale! I loved it ❤
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Thanks CA!
I had to go back and take another look after that glowing comment! LOL!
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Great flash fairy tale! This challenge was tough; so glad Nobody decided to witness and bring the tale back across the sea, sails filled with Creamy, wild winds!
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Haha! You and me both, Liz!
This one was even weirder than the safe in the toilet.
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I wonder where they find them…
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Good question! I think Jenne and CE take the photos.
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Cool…..song matches great…
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Thanks, Dylan! When you’re handed a pic of three eyeballs in tuxedos, all you can do is punt.
Glad you enjoyed this little fantasy.
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Really cool
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Glad he ate them before they got any older and the flesh tougher!
Excellent tale, Nancy.
As you say, what to do with a prompt like that! 😱
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Oops, pressed ‘save’ by mistake!
I was hoping something horrible would happen to thise parents, but didn’t foresee what!
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Haha! The sweet Sicilian Curveball!
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Thanks, Jenne. I think they just couldn’t see eye to eye.
I’m reminded of the photo of the safe in the toilet; what to do with that?!
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Whatchu been snorting, woman? He should have kept the candy for last, you know, to wash out the taste of his folks…
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Nah, I quit snorting that silly stuff years ago!
True, like a nice intermezzo, cleanse the palate. I’ll remember that for next time!
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He he he…
Yeah, the order of your plates is important… Just sayin’ 😉
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Excellent emotional whiplash.
I was all set** to feel sad while hating the parents … then very last sentence!
Excellent
*the other half of this Reader, the one always on the lookout for detecting and therefore learning technique, thought the use of numbers for the variety of fruit might be a red herring. Still enjoyed your story
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Some call it emotional whiplash; I’m fond of the Sicilian Curveball.
Nope, no red herring on the menu today; you might be interested, however, in knowing those are the actual numbers of varieties for each fruit listed.
How’d ya like them apples?
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lol
they truly are the essence of knowledge
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Bravo!
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Thanks so much, Di!
Watcha gonna do with a pic like that!?
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definitely different!
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There is a band that actually used that artwork but I can’t think of the name…argh!
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Cyclops? Hahaha!
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The Mekons. I think?
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🤷🏼♀️
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Ate the parents as cyclopes tend to do.
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It’s gonna happen sooner or later.
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Snortle!
Killer last line, Nancy!
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Snortle. Haha!
Thanks, CE.
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a sad tale…. Poor Cyclops he must of known . 💜
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Yes, he knew. They need love, too. Don’t mess with the cyclops, Willow. 👁️
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So true 💜
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🫶🏼
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Oh dear, no trigger warning. 🙂 Maybe he just got sick of the buckeye candy they brought every year and wanted pound (of flesh) cake instead. I’ll see myself out.
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Yes, he exacted his pound of flesh. Poor big guy, he and his parents just didn’t see eye to eye.
Trigger warning for a fairy tale? Crikey!
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An idyllic story with a gory ending 😱
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Even a cyclops needs love, Sadje. Poor guy.
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Everyone needs love. Very true.
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