The skin of the banana tore, blossoming around the flesh. Stars and dust exploded from the fruit out into the nothingness. Eden was born.

I'm not on Twitter so hope that doesn't disqualify me. My entry is 137 characters (including spaces and punctuation) by my manual count and 138 characters by MS word count here it is:

Victorious, I carry my banana into my cave to display to my wife. ‘Not enough,’ she says. I drop it, impotent until my club is in my hand.

She screamed when she saw the hairy legs. Huge spiders in the bananas. "That's it," she thought, "I'm leaving this God-forsaken country."

-Adam Olenn, aolenn@berklee.edu

I wouldn't have done it if I had known. I was trying to be nice. How was I to know she had a banana allergy and the pancakes would kill her?

(140)

Eyes wide with guilt and hope, Tilly's hands cupped around a tangled web of peels and browning mush. She held it up to me. “Banana bread?”

"Don't try to outrun him!" Ed shouted from the railing above. "Just stand still and give him the banana!" He cringed as his plan failed. (136)

The aroma of baking bread filled the house. Three yellow fruits sat accusingly on the table. "Nuts," I said. I had forgotten the bananas.

A banana shoved in your eye isn't pleasant, but that's what happens when you tell a gorilla his manuscript lacks voice and originality.

A banana shoved in your eye isn't pleasant, but that's what happens when you tell a gorilla his manuscript lacks voice and originality.

I wept as I raised my arms in triumph. The small crowd cheered. The ghosts of my past gawked. Banana Republic? Maybe. But I was still king.

(139)

Like all the victims, her skin was mottled, the color of an old banana left too long in the sun. Damn. He would have to reopen the case.

(136)

The last thing she saw was the ship's yellow sail, distorted by the waves to resemble a banana, as she sank into the sea.

(121)

The allure of following a trail of banana peels waned after six hours. An errant Vaudevillian comic? A well-sated gorilla? He didn’t care anymore.

(146)

I don't remember why I called her Banana. It started when we were young. Then she moved away. In a bar 40 years later, she still has appeal.

(140 characters)
Scott Rhoades

While stuck alone on a deserted island, Mary learned to love bananas. And not just as food. The long yellow fruit was a sensuous companion.

(139)

Someone had painted the stick of dynamite to resemble a banana. So, when Meg set the hated fruit on fire, the result was not as she’d hoped.

(140) ranalou

Her banana-yellow sundress shifted slightly, exposing the top of her breasts. He engorged. A teenager - 40 years his junior. She's worth it.

-140 characters

The aroma of baking bread filled the house. Three yellow fruits sat accusingly on the table. "Nuts," I said. I had forgotten the bananas.

(137)

Sorry that I forgot the character count the first time. That's what happens when I write before my morning coffee;-)

Maggie folded her hands under the table. The long woman in the banana pant suit scared her a little. If she didn’t need this job so much…(138)

Last week he traded stock tips with Warren Buffett. Today he manned the sidewalk in a vile yellow banana suit, while dogs peed on his feet.

(139)

Nick listened to the pirate dress code, ears ringing from the cannons. He came aboard- banana on his head. The captain yelled "BANDANNA!"

Twitter count: 137
stevebram@hotmail.com

By the time the banana man got to our blanket, Jeremy had told me everything. I waved the vendor on and started looking for the rum guy.

137 characters (or, I had 3 left on Twitter)

She was obsessed with Bananarama. I know that's not very helpful to the rescue mission, but that's all I can remember about her. (129)

Baenostyns our allies called them. We surviving humans had a fouler name for the blond beasts, seized from the fables of our youth- Banana.

(139)

Bleh! Sorry bout that. Let's try this again.

Eyes wide with guilt and hope, Tilly's hands cupped around a tangled web of peels and browning mush. She held it up to me. “Banana bread?”

(138)

As we wasted time comparing apples to oranges, she had the courage to be a banana. Yes, we scorned her, but secretly we envied her freedom.

(139)

- dempsey05 (at) gmail (dot) com

The skin of the banana tore, blossoming around the flesh. Stars and dust exploded from the fruit out into the nothingness. Eden was born.

(137)

I'm sorry, Jenny, I thought I included the character count the first time.

She screamed when she saw the hairy legs - huge spiders in the bananas. "That's it," she spat, "I'm leaving this God-forsaken country."

135 chars.
Adam Olenn
aolenn@berklee.edu

I slapped, he stroked. I bit, he kissed. I worried. He wrapped his arms around me and led me in a tender samba. Nana, you were so right!

(140 characters)

As I stood on my veranda overlooking the ripening fields, I realized the awful truth. This was no banana republic, but a chili one. (131)

My Autobiography: Gorillas eat their bananas from the bottom up and so do I. That's really all you need to know about me.

(122)
meaghan

She's forever seeking that fabled banana moment: not green or too recently yellow, and never too close to spotted. She's ready to pounce.

(137)

Spending so much time on the Otherside makes you miss stuff. "Hot fudge, bananas and ice cream, damn I'd kill for that right now," Mia said.

(140)

Go on, tell them about that time you escaped by making a rope from banana peels. I knew you were crazy, man but then you smoked the evidence (140)

The demon neared. Reluctant to expose the return of his power, Zo floundered for anything to use in defense. There! A banana? Just his luck.

(140)

@sarahnfisk (sorry, keyboard stuck on last post)

The banana he gave me confused me, until he told me to turn around. The gorilla behind me raised a fist. I don't remember anything else.

136 characters.

Brandi (taymalin@hotmail.com)

Three days to meet, love, lose her. Dazed broken and alone, he realized he was love's unwitting pedestrian, and she was the banana peel. (136)

“That’s a banana.”
“No, it’s a telephone!”
As sure as it sounded, he looked at his brother doubtfully. “Well, I guess bring me a banana?”

(139)

Something lost and found again, not in Yoga or running or writing or even chocolate...the answer lies with her morning banana.

(126)

The ocean waves rocked the banana, signalling my successful escape. I crept out from behind the crates to look down the barrel of Joe's gun.
(140)

139 characters:

"Remember how Mom mashed bananas into her pancakes? They were delicious without butter or syrup." With a sigh, I turned to my cold oatmeal.

I killed my husband over a banana. He wouldn't eat it. So I shot him. He should've eaten the damn banana. (105)

Banana, said she, had nothing to be but sweet and alive and robust; until lime, she said, filled up his head with evil and mayhem and such.
(139)

As Anna peels the banana, Ann appeals the ban Anna had told her about; the ban on Anna’s bread. Breakfast just wasn't the same without it. (138)

Isaac

I'll always remember the summer I fell in love. He smelled of sunscreen and bananas, and I'd do anything to be back on that beach with him.

(139)

The putrid stench of rotten banana permeated the room. She stretched her shirt collar over her nose, but I found it delightfully satisfying.

(140)

She shook her head, watching him flounder in the talent show. He never remembered that the last knock-knock was orange, not banana.

(131)

Her skin smelled sickly sweet, like too ripe bananas as my knife slid across her skin. I never cared for bananas.

(114)

In a snow-dusted field under a banana moon they shared whiskey kisses and made promises that were broken with the dawn of a cruel apple sun.

(140)

He came home to banana bread. Best ever, he said. This secret, dear, this jar here. Did you read what it said? You've cooked Uncle Fred!

(140)

Pope condemns use of primate porn in zoobreeding program. Uproar over DVDs: Monkeys gone bananas and Lolita Lemurs. (115 characters)

The mango went first. Then the durian fruit. In the end the banana was the last one standing; winner of Survivor: Tropical Island.

(130)

Charles practiced at splitting the banana in the cramped hall closet. Pressed against dour frocks he buckled at the sound of footsteps.

(136)

Kay sliced the banana and laid each piece down. She scooped thrice. Her tears mixed with the liquid, all the fire had left of her shop. (136)

Thanks for this. It was fun. I've never tried Twitter fiction before.

"Ann bo Bann Banana fanna fo Fann fee fy mo Mann, Ann!”

“Um, Mandy? It's BOnana not banana.”

“That’s what I said – banana.”

“Right.”

(136 - including the enters.)

Jim whined over each detail of his retirement party while his wife made him a banana daiquiri. "Odd." "I added ice cream." And rat poison.

(138 characters)

The moment I saw the banana boat race out of view, I knew I'd regret not saying good-bye. Pain. . .cut. . .deep. . .regret. Bye, baby.

(134)

Renee

"Banana brashly broke Brook's bank buying breezy books beyond Brook's biannual budget. Brook bawled. Boy, Banana burned bridges!"

(129)

@MariKurisato

She peeled back my skin like she peeled bananas at breakfast. She whispered in my ear before opening her mouth wide, sharp teeth descending.

(140)

Cool, crisp and sweetly exotic. One satisfying bite of the banana and she had brought damnation upon the world. (111)

Selma discreetly tucked the banana into her speederbag as she and the other WhirlGirls advanced. So Fannie’d said to bring a bandana. Oops.

(139)

The trail of irradiated banana peels led off-base, to the desert. The guard house was smashed. Damn, I thought, I'm gonna need a bigger gun.

(140)

"I'll have the caesar, the 12-oz ribeye with a baked potato, and a banana split. You?" "Oh, I'm fine with just the bread." #datefail

(132)

She peeled the banana, and read the symbols carved into the flesh, before polishing it off. It gave a new meaning to ‘eating your words.’
(137)

I stand at the mailbox holding a photo sent before the casket was required. Derek in a banana grove. I miss you scribbled on the back.

(133 characters)

She peeled, chubby fingers working. The second section was easier. “Mom!” rose triumphant in her throat, even as the banana plummeted to earth.

(145)

Joe threw his banana peel on the ground, thinking about the absurd possibility of someone slipping on it--then he fell into an open manhole.

(140 characters exactly, according to Twitter)

Her bow is red with Sue's blood. We ghosts can do nothing. The pills - they make her crazy. Smiling, she eats a banana for 400 bonus points.

(140)

He slipped on a banana peel face first. It would have been funnier had he not lied there unresponsive. I felt guilty that I laughed anyway.

The zygote taunted the banana for his phallic shape, so the banana split. Later, after slipping on a peel, the zygote cried, "I wanted the last word!"

It wasn't the squeaky clean kitchen that unnerved her, but the lone banana left to rot on the window sill, its skin a mushy mass of yellow.

138 characters

I'm glad it's not me that has to choose Jenny.

I'm so impressed with the incredible quality of the entries. Isn't the human imagination a marvellous thing? Who would've thought the word banana could inspire so much talent?

Moon glows: china plate on dark velvet. Stars twinkle; wild trees dance. A monkey reaches up, and grabs the golden banana. (129)

(I had tried posting the above entry earlier today as a Reply to contest announcement on Twitter. My word verification here is actually: wrong. LOL.)

“How?” The Dark Lord fought to breathe.
Sue wiped his kiss from sticky lips. “Banana. Father's death hid your allergy. Now I am avenged.”

(138)

She saw the long, slender shadow he cast on her beach towel and giggled. ‘Sorry, I don’t date bananas.’

(105)

Mike

We tried alternatives to human sacrifice once, but bananas gave the volcano god indigestion. We almost didn't survive the papayas.

(130)

(not a story) Katrina Forest's story is amazing. I'm still re-reading it.

I ripped the covering from the firm, pale phallus, wrapped my lips around it, and bit down. Oh how I love bananas.

(115)

She built her house in a banana. I, in an orange. She was wild. I was rich. Laughing, we fell in love and were married in a pomegranate.

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She peeled, chubby fingers working. Second section was easier. “Mom!” rose triumphant in her throat even as the banana plummeted to earth.

(139)

**I had 145 as the magic number when I posted previously ... duh! Sorry about that : )**

xx,
KLo