Crunch: The Clappening
Writing Exercise #35
This exercise was inspired by a running gag where
and I will wish people happy birthday. I will tee-up some ominous clapping in the distance, filling you with dread like when they do this at a restaurant, and Michael will deliver his expertly conceived copyright-free Happy Birthday song. observed this and requested a special Writing Exercise commemorating this gag (click thru to see it in action).If you have ideas for Prompts, Crunches, Sprints, Relays, Stretches, or other writing exercises in the future, please leave them in the comments! If you would like to write your own take for this exercise, please comment with a link so that I can see what you wrote and support your work, maybe even share your version with my subscribers. Please let me know if you have any thoughts, comments, or constructive criticisms as well!
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Crunch: Ominous Birthday Clapping begins in an attic you didn’t know you had
Every Year, for as long as Hal could remember, he had been forced to endure that horrible, horrible tradition of unlicensed birthday jingles at restaurants. Somehow, that had been the tradition and it followed him his whole life. One year he would think he has relief, and then off in the kitchens, clapping begins, and then a horrifically long line of servers wend their way through the restaurant to surround my table, and sing their birthday jingle to me, to the amusement of the whole restaurant.
It was awful, and Hal hated it. Even after he had moved away from his parents, it had accidentally happened on each of his birthdays. He would try telling people not to mention it, he would try not telling anyone his real birthday and then made the mistake of ordering a beer one time—when they checked his ID, the gig was up.
So THIS year, Hal had planned well in advance. He had scheduled to take time off from work. He told his friends he was traveling. He could be perfectly isolated in his peaceful house. All his planning had paid off for this. Hal reviewed his scheme in his mind the night before his birthday, as he climbed into bed. Nothing, no one, would disturb him.
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He woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and invigorated. That afternoon, he made himself a simple lunch. He spoke to his family who called and wished a mundane birthday.
In the evening, he had this…nervous tingling on the back of his neck. Something wasn’t right. He went to his living room to watch a movie, but before he could sit down with popcorn, he heard it.
A distant, ominous, clapping noise.
Clap clap clap
No, he thought, it’s impossible. It was the perfect plan!
Clap clap clap; they echoed louder
How can this be? How did they get into my house?
Clap clap clap as they descended the stairs
“NOOOOOO!” Hal screamed, as a line of waiters and waitresses emerged in his living room, wearing silly hats, carrying a cupcake with a single candle in it.
Oh we hear that it’s your birthday!
The day that you were born!
We hope you have a good one!
So say the Scootleswarm!(378 words your rules can’t confine me)
The Promptee Has Become The Promptor
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I share a birthday with the Big Boss Upstairs (Jesus Christ), so I don't have the restaurant birthday jingle problem to deal with that much.
My favorite birthday dessert is anything with chocolate in it.
That birthday song reminded me of The Emperor's New Groove.
I imagine Hal cowered in a corner of the living room assuming the fetal possision and just screaming. Hilariously ridiculous Scoot!
I don't care for the restaurant birthday jingles. Thankfully, my birthday being Jan. 1, I've never had to deal with this.
My favorite birthday tradition of the past was performing live music for my friends and family. My brother and I had a high school/ college band. I played drums. Daniel was the guitar player. Anyway, three of the four members had birthdays in Dec./ Jan. so, for several years we had a joint party and set up a stage outside of our bass player's house. We'd invite tons of people to hear us jam and play games outside. It always made for a good time.
Favorite birthday dessert would be my wife's grandmother's strawberry cake. Would make Paula Dean proud with all the butter in that cake!