I'm hunting through short shorts I've written and wondering if there are any that DON'T involve eating cheerleaders, zombie kittens, horny chihuahuas, pickle-flavored grasshoppers, and that sort of thing. Yes, half those were written during Tuesday group, and they're quite amusing, but I don't think I'd want to submit them, they're more for the amusement of friends. Although I quite like the piece involving zombie kittens, John Stamos in drag, and a possessed toilet plunger, as did the middle-aged women in the group I read it to. *snickers*
I did find this little gem from a couple years ago (I remember the meeting too - we were writing random words and trading them, and I got Carolyn's. And Emily S. was talking about her roommate's bed tap dancing across the room.):
I Love Tuesday Group
Last week, I was on my way to water the gelatinous lampshade, when I stepped on a frolicking hermit crab. It screamed at me in Swedish, then limped back to the rotunda and curled up in its shell. The lampshade jiggled as I misted it, gurgling as it absorbed the water. The light bulb glowed appreciatively, and the figurehead on the base thanked me.
The bed tap-danced across the room, and my closet devoured the pile of clean laundry on my desk. After taking care of the shade, I ran to comfort the crab. He blew a raspberry at me and scuttled into an empty box of Apple Jacks.