When I Snap My Fingers, You Will Be A Newt

Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.

The bulk of Mystico’s act consisted of him hypnotizing furniture, onstage.

“Now, this Niagra La-Z Time Reclining Chair costs almost a thousand dollars, and is considered one of the company’s top models! “

The stage went dark, save for a spotlight on the maroon chair.

“Can I get a volunteer from the audience?” intoned Mystico.

A young man with red hair, wearing a green satin jacket, walked up.

“Ah ha, young man, would you be so kind as to sit in this reclining chair?”


The young man plopped himself into the chair and put his feet up.

The audience giggled.

“Would you describe this chair as… ‘comfy’” asked Mystico.

“Yeah. Very comfortable.” the young man answered.

“Thank you. You may return to your seat in the crowd.”

The young man shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

“Now,” announced Mystico, “watch this!”

Mystico waved his hands in the air.

“Reclining chair,” chanted Mystico, “you are now made of plywood.”

The audience gasped.

“May I get another volunteer from the audience?”

A young lady wearing a plaid skirt and a fluffy sweater inched onstage, hesitantly.

“Miss, you look lovely. Would you kindly sit in this chair, please?”

The young lady gently lowered herself into the recliner. She fidgeted about for a moment.

“Now, you you describe this chair as… comfy?”

“It’s ok. Not great. Kind of stiff.”


The audience burst into applause!

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