Qurator's Mischievous Mondays | You’ve Been Stranded... with the Worst Items Possible


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Welcome to Qurator's Mischievous Mondays!


This will be a weekly competition that we will be hosting every Monday. We want to see a little more engagement and fun when it comes to some of our competitions so this will be a simpler and shorter competition. Easy to enter, but maybe not so easy to win. ;) This competition will be similar to the Monday Missions we had a long time ago, but instead of writing posts to enter we will now consider only the comments and answers on this blog as your entry to win.


Why Mischievous?

We all could use a little fun in our lives. We would even say that we deserve it, let loose a little and have a go at making everyone laugh or think a little, even if it is a little over the top or pure silliness. Go all out and let your creative juices flow.

You’ve Been Stranded... with the Worst Item Possible

You wash up on a desert island with only one item from your house... and it’s totally useless. A blender. A rubber chicken. A scented candle. Explain how you still somehow survive.


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RULES

  • Write a comment in this post, your comment will be your entry.

  • Only comments that fit the theme and style.

  • It has to be done by you, no plagiarism.

  • All entries will be reviewed by the Qurator team.

  • Only one entry per account.

  • Deadline: Before the timer on this post runs out.

  • Your entry will not count if you aren't following the above-mentioned rules.

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1st Prize
2nd Prize
3rd Prize
4th Prize
5th Prize
30% upvote
25% upvote
20% upvote
15% upvote
10% upvote

The winning comments will receive the upvote on a recent post/comment. If comments are too close to payout we will upvote a recent post.

Mischief in Miniature

Submit a photo that creates a scene using tiny figures, toys, or props. Imagine Lego pirates raiding your kitchen, or a tiny superhero stuck in your keyboard. Add a caption if needed.

Sadly there were no winners for the previous Mischief in Miniature theme.


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Well, ain't this a fine situation. Man, I should have known that mixing caipirinhas and stormy seas in such a tiny fishing boat was no good. No good at all. Maaaaaybe the lucky corkscrew in my pocket ain't all that lucky after all. This is not Pirates of the Caribbean, no way I'm gonna find a secret liquor cache somewhere in this tiny island.

In the end everything will be fine, just like the last time I stranded myself on purpose just to get some time off from my wife. Maybe next time that liquor cache can be arranged ahead of the washing up on a beach. That would make all the difference in the world. Even if away from one's wife, there is only so much time a man can endure without some scotch... or some rhum... or another round of those devilishly sweet caipirinhas.

Damn I'm parched again, guess those coconuts are full to the brim of that sweet water. Bet it would make a truly nice saoco. Good luck trying to peel one with a corkscrew. Well, ok, maybe this time around things will not be as easy as the last. It's a sure thing she didn't believe last time's story. Gonna have to work on that. The drunken master of fishermen she called me, guess it's only fitting.

One of my friends will find me sooner or later, maybe even exchange places with me. We all need some time off from time to time: it's the way of the drunken fishermen. Corkscrew or not this ain't no new thing, I'm gonna be fine. Damn, gotta arrange that liquor cache next time.

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I open my eyes on the beach. The sun is roasting me, I’m thirsty, hungry… and the only thing I somehow brought from home is an electric razor.
No power, no nothing, about as useful as a leaky umbrella!
I look at it. It stares back.
Day one: “Maybe it runs on solar power?”
Nope.
Day two: I try spinning the blades with my fingers. Nope.
Day three: I finally admit it’s just an overpriced plastic brick.
Meanwhile, the beard… oh, the beard.
After a week I’m Robinson Crusoe’s younger brother, after two weeks some kind of biblical prophet.
Now when I catch my reflection in the water, even the seagulls flinch.
It’s been a month… they show me respect.
The razor’s useless, but hey, I’ve got the alpha castaway look nailed!

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