The Fluven & the Belvan
by Rebekah Postupak
She bangled from the fluven, he fangled from the belvan, and any smatch you flekked would prab they didn’t have a yartch.
“Katen the rhispop!” granned her zipsy. “He’s a belvan-fangle!”
His zaptear ferrard, “Hetchen your grims! She’s a fluven-bangle!”
No matter how quelfy she or he chepped—and no one can chep like a fluven-bangle–, neither zipsy nor zaptear would jinkle.
Until one rivsy he peshed his bartch in the dafferty, she melled her trops in the gellifly, and the two crickled off dongleberried.
“Flarthditz!” moffed her zipsy with a dresh. “Who’d have raggled a fluven-belvan fangle-bangle?!”
99 words. Written for Janet Reid’s #flashfiction contest; turns out making up words has become a bit of a thing since “Plottery.” So — tipping my hat to Carroll’s magical Jabberwocky — I wrote a story consisting almost entirely of made-up words. Yes! There’s an actual story here. There’s even a punchline, though you may need your vorpal sword to uncover it. Janet Reid shook her head when she read it. “I’m not sure what this is,” she said, “but it’s amazing.” –Thank you, JR, for the kind words! My apologies for the morphemic headache. 😀