Friday Fictioneers: Marbles


It’s Friday Fictioneers and this week it’s not fiction, it’s fact.

I did this.

I had these conversations.

When venting to my mother about the situation she laughed and told me that it must be genetic, because I had done the same thing with buttons.

Need I say more?

No, I didn’t think so.

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41 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Marbles

  1. Marbles shoved into the nose. I remember my neighbour’s sons inserting a small cotton wick into his nose out of curiosity . The cotton wick absorbed the mucus and bloated in size making it difficult to breathe. They had to rush to the doctor.

  2. Good take on the prompt. It’s a bit like the joke about why the chicken crossed the road, your story. And it is about that trait of humans that sets us apart from animals: curiosity. How many stories have there been penned about human curiosity? It’s good as a theme to start off a story. I enjoyed this as it’s given me something to be curious about. πŸ™‚

  3. Dear Victoria, Great story! My oldest son shoved Barney Flinstone chewable vitamins up his nose. They (the ER) had to tie him to a board and squeezed shut the clear nostril, then blew very hard in his mouth. That popped the vitamin right out. He didn’t do that again. I love, love your story! Thanks, Nan πŸ™‚

  4. Victoria, Hilarious. I laughed out loud. πŸ˜€ Really well written. I read one time about a boy who had pain in his ear. The doctor found a kernal of corn in there that had started to sprout. —Susan

  5. Dear Victoria,

    Ah the memories this brings. My youngest son had a penchant for ramming things up his nose and in his ears. I once had to take him to the doctor to have a bean removed from his ear. The doctor who happened to be my first cousin laughed through the whole procedure.
    Cute story.



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