My writing challenge for you this week is to write a 20-word story, using the words, ‘fairy’, ‘tomato’, ‘stroppy’, ‘nuzzling’ and ‘astronaut’. Should be interesting!
Last week’s challenge gave you scope to write a longer story (a length of your own choosing) but it must feature the following words: ‘obstinate’, ‘lemon’, ‘diabolical’, ‘guzzling’ and ‘suave’. Here are the utterly brilliant entries:
Judith Westerfield was the first to send an entry. Read and enjoy:
Watching her methodically sucking the lemon until all that was left was rind and two seeds, I knew she was obstinate, just the kinda gal a suave man like me needs. She looked up, slowly, looked straight into my eyes, her lips swollen and puckered from guzzling the tart juice, a diabolical ploy to suck me in.
Keith Channing sent in the super sequel to the prequel (see Sacha’s Writespiration 37):
I was rather upbeat when I returned to the staff room to let the team know how my meeting with John had gone.
“You’re looking pleased with yourself, mate,” my sound man, Hank, said.
“Sure am,” I replied, “That obstinate old sod thinks he got one over on me again. Standing there all suave and cool, he told me there was no way I could have a crew of thirty for this job.”
“You told him you wanted a crew of thirty?” Beki asked, interrupting her guzzling and nearly spilling the most diabolical-looking orange-pink cocktail I had ever seen.
“Sure,” I replied.
“What were you thinking?” she asked.
“I was thinking, Beki, that if I asked for thirty, I should get ten; with luck, maybe a dozen or more.”
“Oh, for God’s sake,” she said, handing me a slice of lemon from the edge of her glass, “suck on this and get that stupid grin off your face!”
“Now let’s get down to putting together the real plan,” I said to the group, treating Beki to my most angelic smile.
Sacha Black‘s storywill leave you with a smile:
“He’s suave alright, Lisa. Just look at those eyes. Corr, I could spend all night guzzling him up.”
Lisa slapped her hand to her mouth choked as she snorted lemonade through her nostril. It dribbled on to the office desk and I stifled a laugh.
“You’re diabolical, Anne,” she said giggling, “he’s really not all that. Besides he’s at least half your age.”
“Oh shut up, you miserable old tart. Can’t a girl dream?” I smirked and gave her a filthy look.
Lisa rolled her eyes, “Don’t be so obstinate, he’s vile, his hair’s greasy, his beard’s longer than my ponytail and he dresses like my grandfather.”
“It’s called fashion, Lisa. F.A.S.H.I.O.N.”
You’re always in for a treat when Steve Walsky enters a story:
The customer said that it was absolutely diabolical that children should be allowed to charge so much for lemonade. “Such wicked childhood behavior can only lead to spoiled adults!” The two young lads watched as the man, guzzling his third drink to the last drop, tossed a few more coins into the collection box. Turning from the lemonade stand, the customer offered one last word of advice, “I should warn you that being obstinate to even the most rudimentary cultural values will not produce a suave gentleman like moi-même;” and then he used his shirt sleeve to wipe away some stray drops of the lemon liquid from his chin.
Also posted on Simplicty Lane: https://simplicitylane.wordpress.com/2015/04/27/three-posts-in-one/
Last but certainly not least is Geoff Le Pard’s hilarious story:
The demon drink
‘I defy you to appear suave when guzzling one of Mark’s diabolically potent lemon Campari’s,’ said Jimmy, obstinately.
I didn’t believe him but he was right; two sips and I face-planted a steaming pile of Brown Labrador doo-doos. Each smelt appalling but they both had the same distinctive aftertaste…