Hello, Readers!

Happy Black Friday if you're partaking in the chaos that is "the biggest gift shopping day of the year". I hope you enjoyed your Thanksgiving (I'll save my rant about how much I dislike the American History [cough, lies] about the first Thanksgiving for another post when I have time to link all of my sources... and stop swearing about it.)

I have another, short writing prompt story for you. The image prompt was of a waterspout above the ocean. It looks to me like a very mystical tentacle is reaching up from the depths of the ocean and punching a cloud. And viola: You get Pete the Kracken and the Angry Storm Cloud. Feel free to share what the image looks like to you in the comments section! (Err... please keep it clean xD).

Pete the Kracken and the Angry Storm Cloud

Tired of a cold and choppy ocean setting, Pete the Kracken decided it was high time he told that no good, sun-blocking, soggy rain cloud to move on! Or he’d move him along for him. Yeah!

At first, Pete, despite being infuriated with a week straight of no sunshine, was polite when interacting with the mopy, low-hanging piece of sky fluff. “Hello! You there, in the sky! Yes, you! The fluffy one blocking the sun! Do you mind shifting to the left by a country or two? It’s getting a little too chilly in my waves for September weather, buddy.”

When the large cloud simply blew Pete a raspberry in response, he surprisingly didn’t lose his cool. Instead, he tried again. 

“Look, Mister. Don’t make me count to three!”

This time the cloud spoke slowly in a voice of low rumbling thunder. “Didn’t know you could count so high down there. Ha! Ha! Sorry Octo-Buddy. This here’s a prime sunbathing spot. I’m not moving.”

“Are you sure?” Pete asked, still trying to remain polite. “If you’re stuck or something, I could give you a nice push.”

More thunder rumbled as the cloud continued to laugh. “You? Push me? I’d like to see you try!”

“Only if you say please,” Pete responded, coiling his strongest tentacle for his best one-armed attack yet. He didn’t practice moon-jelly ball with the girl’s Kracken moon jelly team for no reason!

“Please?” The cloud continued to laugh. “As i-Ahhh!”

Pete let loose his best moon jelly pitch, punching straight through the cloud’s underbelly. Rain poured into the ocean and the little moon jelly reflected the sun’s light for a brief second before the cloud closed itself back up.

“I know you didn’t just punch me with a moon jelly,  Pete Kracken!” The cloud boomed, his anger so loud and tangible that sparks of lightning flew from his fluffy fists.

“Pete Kracken you get back here this instant!” The cloud continued to roar with a fury that shook the moon jelly and several drops of rain from his underside. His hot, angry shout was so strong that it began to churn the water far below. 

As soon as the cloud released its own wound up arm in search of him, Pete realized he had made a grave mistake in punching the giant, violent storm cloud. In terror, he dove in the deepest depths of the ocean to hide… and practice his moon jelly pitch. The next time that cloud was in his waves, he was going to send him clear to the moon! Just you wait and see!