Words used: onery, diverticulitis, superfulous, uvula, qui vive, pretentious, harbinger, garble, inebriated, sycophant, untranslatability, rhinotillexomania
And the story:
It was still dark in the village of Mesa. Heath always rose before the sun to begin his work day. He slipped some stale bread into his pocket and was off to the castle.
Heath was grateful to have work, but found no joy serving the nobility that impoverished so many families.
As he made his way down the muddy road he came by a vagrant. He was a bit inebriated and a tad onery. The drunk yelled "Pitty! Pitty me and lend me some food sir!" So loud that you could actually see his uvula flapping in the back of his throat.
Heath, being a kind soul, took the stale bread from his pocket and laid in upon the mans lap.
"Good day" Heath said in a garble.
"Bless you sir" said the man as he continued his disturbing bought of rhinotillexomania.
Heath arrived to the castle with dawn barely touching the morning sky. He pulled on his uniform and set about his rounds as one of the castles servants. A cold breeze blew through the grounds and Heath thought it a harbinger of the autumn ahead.
The tower guards were on the qui vive since last nightfall, prepared for the combat. Times in these lands were unstable. Food was scarce and all were on edge.
A visiting Duchess passed Heath and smiled. Heath had always prided himself on never being a sycophant, so he lower his head and continued on, barely giving her a glance. The untranslatability between the social status was impossible for him to forget.
Heath noticed many visiting royalty roaming about the castle grounds and asked Jeanette, a fellow servant, what was going on.
"A grand freast and a ball!" Jeanette cooed, looking whistfully off into the sky. "I hear many nobles will be in attendance. It should be a busy day indeed."
Unimpressed Heath carried on with his daily duties into the late aftenoon.
As Heath was making his way into the kitchen with yet another bushel of potatoes he saw the duchess again. Without even thinking he stopped and for the first time noticed her beauty.
She had a slender form but did not appear frail. Her eyes shone like blue flashes on a rippling pond. Her champange hair flowed over her shoulder and drapped down past her ample bosom. All at once Heath shook his head and looked up. He hadn't noticed that she had made her way to him and was now standing a mear arms length away.
"Good day" The duchess said. Batting her eyes in a way that made Heath's knees go weak.
"Gggggood Dday your highness" Heath stammered back, hardly able to catch his breath.
"My name is Duchess Stacey of San Diego. What is your name?" she purred.
"Heath, my name is Heath your highness. And I am at your service" Heath bowed slighly.
"Well Heath, may we meet again" And made her way past him toward the far end of the castle.
Heath was smitten! He walked around in a daze for hours clumsily attending to the remainder of his days duties.
As Heath left dark enveloped the castle. He slowed his stride to watch the carriages arrived one after another. They brought dignataries and noblemen from across the lands.
He turned and continued home. His mind filled not of sleep and food but of Stacey, the duchess that in a fleeting pass had stolen his heart.
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November 5, 2010
Words used: oral, sycophant, tetrahedron, oxyuroidea, anabiosis, mitigate, copulate, optimistic, gopher, regal
And the story:
Karen headed off to bed. The dull pain in her head was enough to drive a girl to drink. Reaching up to touch the scar on the back of her neck and she marveled at how fast it was healing. Optimistic that tomorrow could only be better she fell fast asleep.
All at once Karen bolted upright in bed! Violently awaking from the weirdest dream of a regal gopher coming in her bedroom window trying to copulate with her. "That's one for the dream journal" she thought. She noticed her pillow was wet and turned to see that it was covered in blood! Cautiously she stood up to survey the scene.
What Karen was unaware of was that in her few hours of sleep the sycophant oxyuroidea that had been implanted into the base of her brain by the zombie the night before had grown in numbers and were now taking her over. Soon they would implement a sort of anabiosis and she would become one of them.
Just then there was the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. She turned to see Linda.
"What are you doing here" she asked
"I'm here to save you. Quick take this oral medication" Linda said and handed Karen a tetrahedron shaped pill.
Karen took the pill and quickly collapsed. When she awoke it was morning. No one was there. She felt fine and she could not find any trace of the scar on the back of here neck.
Was it a dream?
Karen lived a long life. Never having anything out of the ordinary happen. But she'll always wonder about those two days and if it was a dream?
What do you think? Have you checked to see if there is a scar on the back of your neck? No? You might want to. And if you ever do, find Linda for the magic pill before you become one of the walking dead.
Happy Halloween everyone. Now onto Thanksgiving and the turkey that just wouldn't stop giving.....
And the story:
Karen headed off to bed. The dull pain in her head was enough to drive a girl to drink. Reaching up to touch the scar on the back of her neck and she marveled at how fast it was healing. Optimistic that tomorrow could only be better she fell fast asleep.
All at once Karen bolted upright in bed! Violently awaking from the weirdest dream of a regal gopher coming in her bedroom window trying to copulate with her. "That's one for the dream journal" she thought. She noticed her pillow was wet and turned to see that it was covered in blood! Cautiously she stood up to survey the scene.
What Karen was unaware of was that in her few hours of sleep the sycophant oxyuroidea that had been implanted into the base of her brain by the zombie the night before had grown in numbers and were now taking her over. Soon they would implement a sort of anabiosis and she would become one of them.
Just then there was the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. She turned to see Linda.
"What are you doing here" she asked
"I'm here to save you. Quick take this oral medication" Linda said and handed Karen a tetrahedron shaped pill.
Karen took the pill and quickly collapsed. When she awoke it was morning. No one was there. She felt fine and she could not find any trace of the scar on the back of here neck.
Was it a dream?
Karen lived a long life. Never having anything out of the ordinary happen. But she'll always wonder about those two days and if it was a dream?
What do you think? Have you checked to see if there is a scar on the back of your neck? No? You might want to. And if you ever do, find Linda for the magic pill before you become one of the walking dead.
Happy Halloween everyone. Now onto Thanksgiving and the turkey that just wouldn't stop giving.....
October 29, 2010
Words used: candy-corn-induced-sugar-coma, agliff, fanatics, havoc, monstropolis, psychosomatic, moxie, pipistrelle, trepidation, uncouth
And the story:
Golden sunsets are what southern California is all about. Bidding farewell to the beautiful sunny day. But every year, on October 31st it is the opening of the door to a realm. A realm of ghosts and of goblins and of creatures beyond this world.
Enter the night.....
It could have been any night. Except that tonight is Halloween. All the children were preparing to run havoc on the neighborhood. Pipistrelle littering the sky above their heads on their own special hunt.
Karen had gone to the store and, with trepidation, stocked up on candy. If there wasn't enough trick or treaters she'd end up in a candy-corn-induced-sugar-coma. Settling in for the night she waited for the Halloween fanatics to arrive.
The first caller arrived, dressed as a monster straight out of Monstropolis. She thought to herself that costumes these days had certainly become very realistic. Also that these kids had their own type of moxie, being very unafraid and almost a bit uncouth in their approach. She was giving out candy! What was with the attitude and creepiness? Oh well, she would just chalk it up to being some psychosomatic knee jerk reaction to being home alone on one of the scariest night of the year.
Karen had almost gotten back to her seat when the doorbell rang again. She turned to go back and saw the door knob turning and froze. The door began opening and she was agliff, literally frozen in place with terror. As the door was at the half way point she bolted, running through the house and toward the back door, not looking back. She could hear the steps behind her pounding and pounding on the hardwood floors. Reaching for the back door something struck her and she was taken to the ground.
She woke up hours later, still on the floor. Dazed and confused she searched the house only to find nothing.
Karen decided to call over a friend while she showered and cleaned up. She was unable to prove anyone had been in the house. The only proof was the cut...the nearly healed cut, left on the back of her neck...
And the story:
Golden sunsets are what southern California is all about. Bidding farewell to the beautiful sunny day. But every year, on October 31st it is the opening of the door to a realm. A realm of ghosts and of goblins and of creatures beyond this world.
Enter the night.....
It could have been any night. Except that tonight is Halloween. All the children were preparing to run havoc on the neighborhood. Pipistrelle littering the sky above their heads on their own special hunt.
Karen had gone to the store and, with trepidation, stocked up on candy. If there wasn't enough trick or treaters she'd end up in a candy-corn-induced-sugar-coma. Settling in for the night she waited for the Halloween fanatics to arrive.
The first caller arrived, dressed as a monster straight out of Monstropolis. She thought to herself that costumes these days had certainly become very realistic. Also that these kids had their own type of moxie, being very unafraid and almost a bit uncouth in their approach. She was giving out candy! What was with the attitude and creepiness? Oh well, she would just chalk it up to being some psychosomatic knee jerk reaction to being home alone on one of the scariest night of the year.
Karen had almost gotten back to her seat when the doorbell rang again. She turned to go back and saw the door knob turning and froze. The door began opening and she was agliff, literally frozen in place with terror. As the door was at the half way point she bolted, running through the house and toward the back door, not looking back. She could hear the steps behind her pounding and pounding on the hardwood floors. Reaching for the back door something struck her and she was taken to the ground.
She woke up hours later, still on the floor. Dazed and confused she searched the house only to find nothing.
Karen decided to call over a friend while she showered and cleaned up. She was unable to prove anyone had been in the house. The only proof was the cut...the nearly healed cut, left on the back of her neck...
October 13, 2010
Words used: conciliatory, quorum, dunce, apocopate, shoulda, remedy, Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, haggard, winner, troll
And the story:
A very long time ago, in a land closer than you would imagine, lived a haggard old troll named Edward James.
Edward James lived in the woods outside a village called Port Lomas. He spent his days by patrolling the woods and his nights by a campfire eating what he gathered during his patrols.
The villagers had tried to accept him as one of their quorum but he was unpleasant to be near. His musk was that of a dead skunk. He was also hard to understand! Edward James had a tendency to apocopate his words and he had pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. A condition that in his time there was no remedy and added to all this.
So he carried out through his meager life as happy as a troll can be. The children of his village assumed him to be quite the dunce. He would try to make conciliatory conversation with them but they would just throw rocks and run away.
One stormy day, near twilight, he spotted some riders in the distance. He hobbled over to call out to them.
"What is your business?!" shouted Edward James
The riders charged forward, ignoring his query.
Drawing from his quiver he shot an arrow in warning, calling again to the riders. In response this time they fired back. What they did not know is that the troll was quite the archer. He was the winner of many medals for accuracy. One met a rider in the shoulder and they turned to flee!
Hooray for Edward James!! Finally the hero. Winning the respect of the villagers young and old, that he shoulda had long before.
He lived happily ever after.
And the story:
A very long time ago, in a land closer than you would imagine, lived a haggard old troll named Edward James.
Edward James lived in the woods outside a village called Port Lomas. He spent his days by patrolling the woods and his nights by a campfire eating what he gathered during his patrols.
The villagers had tried to accept him as one of their quorum but he was unpleasant to be near. His musk was that of a dead skunk. He was also hard to understand! Edward James had a tendency to apocopate his words and he had pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. A condition that in his time there was no remedy and added to all this.
So he carried out through his meager life as happy as a troll can be. The children of his village assumed him to be quite the dunce. He would try to make conciliatory conversation with them but they would just throw rocks and run away.
One stormy day, near twilight, he spotted some riders in the distance. He hobbled over to call out to them.
"What is your business?!" shouted Edward James
The riders charged forward, ignoring his query.
Drawing from his quiver he shot an arrow in warning, calling again to the riders. In response this time they fired back. What they did not know is that the troll was quite the archer. He was the winner of many medals for accuracy. One met a rider in the shoulder and they turned to flee!
Hooray for Edward James!! Finally the hero. Winning the respect of the villagers young and old, that he shoulda had long before.
He lived happily ever after.
September 22, 2010
Words used: callipygian, skunk, bird, langouste, carnivorous, annihilate, reciprocity, cantankerous, compliance, troglodytic
And the story:
Have you ever thought about what vexes the city wildlife around you? What affronts the skunk? What ruffles the birds feathers? What languishes the langouste? (ok maybe not the langouste)
Do you wonder what they gather to ruminate about in th...e dark of the night? Well last night I stumbled upon such a convergence of critters. And this is how it played out....
It was that time again. For the stray cats, the opossums and the neighborhood creatures alike, to gather and discuss local goings on.
Last week Travis the turtle was scolded for being out of compliance with critter law. (it's rumored he was hot rodding) Rick the cantankerous blue jay, was arguing with Linda bird about nesting territory. They were squabbling so that they nearly annihilated the whole nesting area.
Knowing that a lack of reciprocity ruins friendships, James the skunk was at a lose. They were approaching a troglodytic existence. So he conferred with Jené, the wise neighborhood owl and to come up with a solution. She paced back and forth pondering their dilemma. And even thought James tried to remain on task her callipygian rear end made for quite the distraction!
Just then I stepped on a dry branch, bringing attention to my dark corner of the yard. I hustled into the house. I couldn't believe what I had just seen!
The next day I went to the side of the house and left some nuts and berries for the vegetarians animals and some ground beef for the carnivorous ones. Just as a peace offering for disturbing their world.
So never assume you're alone. Some where there is someone watching. Even if it's just the birds....
Authors note: This was a bit thrown together. Hope you enjoy still enjoyed it.
And the story:
Have you ever thought about what vexes the city wildlife around you? What affronts the skunk? What ruffles the birds feathers? What languishes the langouste? (ok maybe not the langouste)
Do you wonder what they gather to ruminate about in th...e dark of the night? Well last night I stumbled upon such a convergence of critters. And this is how it played out....
It was that time again. For the stray cats, the opossums and the neighborhood creatures alike, to gather and discuss local goings on.
Last week Travis the turtle was scolded for being out of compliance with critter law. (it's rumored he was hot rodding) Rick the cantankerous blue jay, was arguing with Linda bird about nesting territory. They were squabbling so that they nearly annihilated the whole nesting area.
Knowing that a lack of reciprocity ruins friendships, James the skunk was at a lose. They were approaching a troglodytic existence. So he conferred with Jené, the wise neighborhood owl and to come up with a solution. She paced back and forth pondering their dilemma. And even thought James tried to remain on task her callipygian rear end made for quite the distraction!
Just then I stepped on a dry branch, bringing attention to my dark corner of the yard. I hustled into the house. I couldn't believe what I had just seen!
The next day I went to the side of the house and left some nuts and berries for the vegetarians animals and some ground beef for the carnivorous ones. Just as a peace offering for disturbing their world.
So never assume you're alone. Some where there is someone watching. Even if it's just the birds....
Authors note: This was a bit thrown together. Hope you enjoy still enjoyed it.
September 15, 2010
Words used: hatch'ment, sphygmomanometer, colposinquanonia, piquant, flax, epistemophobia, herpagonnasiphilaids, perspicacity, swamp-donkey
And the story:
I'm usually to humble to admit that my perspicacity is the driving force behind my weekly creative writing skit, but it seems an unspoken challenge has been offered up.... So away we go...
Jené was dead on her feet. Working the graveyard shi...ft at Mercy General was not for the weak of heart. And now her sphygmomanometer was on the fritz!
Also she was feeling a bit hung over. She had spent one too many hours at the local watering hole. A combination of the alcohol and her tendency toward colposinquanonia, left her scuffling with the resident swamp donkey toward the end of the night. The entire evening had left a piquant taste in her mouth.
Snapping back to her work at hand her pager went off telling her she had another patient on the way up. A man by the name of Heath Akers was being admitted for a severe case of herpagonnasiphilaids. And it was time for her break. Looks like she would only have time to grab and honey flax seed Kashi bar and get on with the evening.
Jené was still astounded to be in the position she was in. Her epistemophobia almost doing in her nursing career. But she over came and was so happy to be helping others, like Heath, through such hard times. She hoped that when she was old and finally passed on her hatchment would reflect all she endured in her service to people. It's what had always made her happy.
Authors note: My brain hurts. I hope you're all happy :P
And the story:
I'm usually to humble to admit that my perspicacity is the driving force behind my weekly creative writing skit, but it seems an unspoken challenge has been offered up.... So away we go...
Jené was dead on her feet. Working the graveyard shi...ft at Mercy General was not for the weak of heart. And now her sphygmomanometer was on the fritz!
Also she was feeling a bit hung over. She had spent one too many hours at the local watering hole. A combination of the alcohol and her tendency toward colposinquanonia, left her scuffling with the resident swamp donkey toward the end of the night. The entire evening had left a piquant taste in her mouth.
Snapping back to her work at hand her pager went off telling her she had another patient on the way up. A man by the name of Heath Akers was being admitted for a severe case of herpagonnasiphilaids. And it was time for her break. Looks like she would only have time to grab and honey flax seed Kashi bar and get on with the evening.
Jené was still astounded to be in the position she was in. Her epistemophobia almost doing in her nursing career. But she over came and was so happy to be helping others, like Heath, through such hard times. She hoped that when she was old and finally passed on her hatchment would reflect all she endured in her service to people. It's what had always made her happy.
Authors note: My brain hurts. I hope you're all happy :P
September 1, 2010
Words used: poopie, gesticulate, awesome, koonass, wankers, douchebag-soon-to-be-ex, Santa Faka, archaic,
And the story:
Days go by pretty slowly in this inert and archaic little town. And today is no exception. My koonass has been sitting around all morning just waiting for my douchebag-soon-to-be-ex to drive down from Santa Faka. I'd just assume skip seeing... him again but I want my house keys back. And I know he's late because his buddies, all a bunch of wankers if you ask me, kept him out late boozing it up. So here I sit on the porch in the heat watching the wind chimes gesticulate and occasionally chime against each other. At my feet sits my my hound dog Poopie. Dreaming of chasing rabbits through the woods. Just as I have about thrown in the towel, he pulls into the drive and I think to myself "Awesome, I can finally get on with my day AND my life now"
Authors note: this was written with a friend in mind who's going through some things. I know it wasn't very upbeat but as the story continues where I left off life is so much better for her. Hope you enjoyed it :)
And the story:
Days go by pretty slowly in this inert and archaic little town. And today is no exception. My koonass has been sitting around all morning just waiting for my douchebag-soon-to-be-ex to drive down from Santa Faka. I'd just assume skip seeing... him again but I want my house keys back. And I know he's late because his buddies, all a bunch of wankers if you ask me, kept him out late boozing it up. So here I sit on the porch in the heat watching the wind chimes gesticulate and occasionally chime against each other. At my feet sits my my hound dog Poopie. Dreaming of chasing rabbits through the woods. Just as I have about thrown in the towel, he pulls into the drive and I think to myself "Awesome, I can finally get on with my day AND my life now"
Authors note: this was written with a friend in mind who's going through some things. I know it wasn't very upbeat but as the story continues where I left off life is so much better for her. Hope you enjoyed it :)
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