There are two choices for you for this week’s challenge: you can either write a ten-word story using six words from the list given, or you can write a dark themed story/poem from the second list:
Option one: Choose five words from the following list and write a ten-word story:
Option two: Write a story/poem, on any of the following dark themes:
Last week’s ten words were as follows:
Here are the hilarious results:
Sacha Black kicks things off in fine style:
“Horatio’s Ineffable love?”
“Caused by emotional eunoia from his hiraeth.”
Helen Gaen sent in two clever stories:
Les Moriarty offered two amusing tales:
His emotional love was europhoric indeed ineffable towards Horatio.
Minions love gymnastics, especially Horatio who loved the huffle and bustle.
Option two was to write a story/poem, using any of the following summer themes:
You sent in some lovely pieces:
Keith Channing sent in some of his delightful limericks:
While you’re drinking your Pina Colada,
The poor periodic cicada,
Live a life that they owe
To pure H2O
From New England right down to Grenada
From their laying, for seventeen years
They are down there, the poor little dears.
Where pure water’s their food,
The whole ruddy brood,
I’m surprised they don’t drown in their tears.
Then, suddenly, one summer’s day
It is time that they come out to play
They’ll all break their necks
To find partners for sex
So another batch females can lay
Seventeen years they live underground
Until their own time comes around
And their zest for life peaks
For five or six weeks
While the earth with their singing resounds.
After one month or so has gone past
Each prepares to breathe his or her last
And all that remains
After all of their pains
Is a mem’ry of noise unsurpassed.
Geoff Le Pard sent in this simply stunning piece:
Her pudgy hands flap and wave; happy tyrant taunting me forward.
Small green feet stamp and crash, breaking the dull grey mirror into limpid shards.
Spinning, pirouetting gingham, doused in life giving varnish.
Tiny, lidded sparkles demand my impossible easy involvement in her game.
Dark deep boggy fears suction my throat; panic saturates my mind.
Uncorked clammy wraiths suppurate to the surface.
Frozen thighs and glacial calves anchor me to the grassy bank,
While my bruised gaze bobs and yaws across the vast sucking swelling mob, seeking sanctuary.
My immature autocrat, naïve Torquemada;
How innocently you douse my quailing spirit with careless handfuls of sweet acid.
The crusted froth-topped escarpments sprint at my feet
Teasing, terrorizing with their careless repetition
And, giggling, turn back to regroup.
Behind the cheery bullying, the throbbing glutinous kraken snores.
How can this humungous life-giving rabble,
As blameless as a billion baths, liquefy my stomach and concrete my heart?
The little legless imp, thigh deep in vacuuming ooze,
Stays joyously impervious to my panting exhortations,
Waving me forward.
Are you out there, still waving? Are you calling me on or saying goodbye?
Do go to Carol Campbell’s blog to read her lovely poem:
Adhin Shamina always writes something special:
your coming is divine
for like us
branches, leaves and flowers
had enough of taking showers.
Now it’s time to grab
the fun of holiday
never mind it’s weekend
or week day
because it’s every.
A day by the sea
to enjoy with family
and a yummy lunch idea in queue?
Ah…why not a barbeque!