This challenge started a long time ago. Now it has turned into a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator; and the Words provided by a number of people.
The
general idea of this challenge is to make us write. Poems, stories,
subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your
creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "
The more the merrier" holds true. So
Please,
remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples'
stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this
one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need
encouragement.
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The prompts for today as for every Wednesday in November are provided by Alex J. Cavanaugh, and made public at EC's blog.
We had these words for the 29nd of November:Cobwebs
Tiger
Japan
Black
Cobblestones
Hurt
And/or
Atlantis
Pyromania
Guacamole
Energetic
Slither
Slice
Again today Alex
J. Cavanaugh's Words could maybe have fit a part of Susan's tale, but I choose to round off the story of Bill and Sue and their ghost training of the puppies. I'm as always using the words in the order
they were given. When surveying the puppies hunting for gemstones in the leaf filled yard and surroundings, we brushed against the rickety walls of an old gardening shed, and Bill almost had a heart attack when one of the cobwebby windows fell out, revealing a tiger ready to pounce. As his heart rate slowed and reason returned, he realised that a real tiger would have had the dogs raise havoc all night. On closer inspection, it was a statue, made in Japan from some black stone.
One of the dogs slipped on the cobblestones and fell whimpering to the ground. Bill looked it over for hurts, and found a small piece of stone wedged in its paw.
This put a stopper to gemstone hunting for this session. Over the lunch we discussed the lost Atlantis and its possible connection to pyromania, and found none. Suddenly Sue jumped up and flung the bowl of guacamole at the window with an energetic move.
Bill leapt to the window and saw the puppies happily chasing off the vampire.
"It was the most garlicky thing around," Sue said calmly.
"Some day I'll either get used to this ghost hunting, or die trying," Bill said with a huge sigh.
We then calmly watched the piece of ectoplasm slither along the windowsill, and Sue scooped it up with a wooden slice and put it back into the box.
"I think those puppies are promising," Bill said. "They have shown good progress, almost ignoring the stones that did not 'smell' of ghosts."
"They should be with their pedigree," Sue answered, "but yes. I think we can call it a day. We have averted all attacks, and the puppies found all the ghost-infested gemstones ..."
"And a few of the non-infested ones," Bill said. "I might have left some traces on those."
"If you pick up the rest of the gem-stones," Sue said, "and then send off the report for today, I'll feed the puppies and make them pile into the car. If we're off in less than an hour, we'll make it home before nightfall."
